Jacob awoke the following morning with a splitting headache. He had just reached for his phone when the alarm went off, the screen flashing 6:00am while blaring obnoxiously. Julia stirred in bed next to him, curling into a ball as he sat up and began rubbing his face. He had always hated mornings, but starting off with a headache seemed like a precursor for the rest of the day.
Shuffling into the bathroom, he followed his daily routine of urinating first before washing his hands and brushing his teeth. It was only after squeezing out toothpaste that he looked in the mirror, completely stunned by what he saw. The spot where John had punched him was now completely swollen and purple, the giant bruise covering half his eye and cheek in a big peanut shape.
Hearing Julia shuffle from the bed, Jacob couldn’t help but stand in the bathroom’s doorway. As she stumbled sleepily with her head down, she eventually bumped into him, causing her to look up.
“Oh my god!” she shouted, covering her mouth with both hands and gaping at her boyfriend’s face.
“Think anyone will notice?” he grinned, making light of it.
Even hidden behind her hands, Jacob could see that she was trying to hold back laughter. It hurt him some, but Julia was no longer the overly protective woman she had been in the past. She had changed, and although she still loved him, he couldn’t expect her comfort whenever he got hurt, not with their new lifestyle.
“Yeah, go ahead and laugh,” said Jacob with a smile, holding his hips and waiting.
Julia couldn’t help herself. She wasn’t sure why she found it so funny, but she began snickering through her hands until breaking into a full laugh, unable to stop even as she snorted and guffawed in her boyfriend’s face.
“That’s it, laugh at the cuckold, I’m sure everyone else will,” Jacob said, suppressing his own laughter but not his smile.
“It … It doesn’t look that bad,” Julia said before laughing more.
“Uh huh, sure,” he grinned, “how’s your sex limp from last night?”
Julia’s laughter finally began to settle, smiling as she leaned in to kiss him. After the chaos of yesterday and having their first official cuckold session, Jacob had watched her and John have sex three more times that night. Jacob had jerked off until his dick was sore, and by the end Julia could barely walk. It was a bumpy start to their new lifestyle, but at the end of the day they were happy, and that’s all that mattered.
“At least my pussy doesn’t look like your face,” she mocked.
“Oh yeah? Let’s see if you’re lying!”
Giggling as he grabbed her, they shuffled into the bathroom kissing, holding each other before he removed Julia’s panties and sat her on the toilet. Dropping to his knees, he moved in close before inspecting and playing around. Spreading her labia and licking like a dog, he enjoyed the noises she made while his cock hardened below.
“You’re gonna shower before work right?” she asked, reaching to grab his messy hair.
“Yeah,” he said between licks, “why?”
Spreading her open, Jacob recoiled in surprise when she sprayed him in the face. The hot blast of urine drenched his face and hair, a perfect hit since he was so close. Sitting back on his heels Jacob swore and wiped his eyes, all while Julia laughed again.
“No reason,” she sniggered, her stream now trickling and splashing into the white porcelain.
“Oh, it’s like that huh?” said Jacob, his headache nearly faded as Julia giggled and watched him.
“Well it’s not first time you’ve been peed on,” she said grinning.
Opening his eyes, he leaned forward to watch her finish. Then, just to scare her, he stood up and held out his cock, aiming it at her face. “Payback time!” he shouted, watching Julia squeal and bolt for the door, limping awkwardly as she attempted escape.
By 8:00am they had both showered and made breakfast, sitting together on the couch and browsing the internet with laptops. Julia had leaned into his shoulder, resting against him as they busied with social media and e-mails.
“Relationship status: Engaged,” said Julia, pointing to her facebook.
Jacob grinned, opening his own facebook page. “I don’t see a status option for cuckold,” he joked, getting a laugh from her.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure everyone knows by now, Jennifer has a big mouth.”
“That bitch,” he said, getting another laugh.
After a moment, Julia closed her laptop and twisted in place, stretching her back and relaxing before snuggling under Jacob’s arm.
“So what are you going to do at work today?” she asked, slowly rubbing his stomach.
“Same thing I do everyday: hate my boss and jerk off in the bathroom.”
Julia grinned and slapped his thigh, “I meant your face, what are you gonna say when they ask you?”
“I hadn’t really thought about it. I guess could tell them I got into an epic fight or something.”
“Unless you want to say you got beat up by your fiancee’s hunky lover,” she grinned.
Jacob was still sensitive about the subject. It was bad enough that he threw a tantrum and threatened Julia, but getting knocked out in front of her, followed by watching her have sex with the same guy who had just knocked him out; it left him filled with conflicting emotions, half angry at himself, half incredibly aroused.
“Is John coming over later?” he asked, slightly changing the subject.
“I don’t think so, but Carlos might.”
Jacob popped his jaw and sucked at his teeth, unsure how to feel about it. Carlos had yet to have sex with Julia, yet she obviously had no problem with him. He had been the first to play nice to Jacob, acting like his friend while calling him a faggot in spanish, right to his face. Carlos seemed the type who enjoyed being mean, and with Jacob an open cuckold now, he was sure the beaner would enjoy himself.
“What about lunch? You gonna come see me on your break?” Jacob asked, changing the subject again.
“Sure, I want to see what your co-workers think of that bruise,” she giggled, causing him to drop his head in defeat.
“Being a cuckold is hard,” he groaned jokingly, “no sex, I get beat up, my dream girl pees on me and even laughs about it-”
Julia was already giggling when Jacob saw a notification on his Facebook page. Checking it, his smile faded as he stared at the screen. Julia’s laughter stopped as well, biting her lip and squeezing Jacob’s hand.
Cody Blanche has sent you a friend request.
It was 9:05 when Jacob arrived at work, and as expected he began turning heads the moment he walked in. Despite the stares and gawks, he could only smile when they started asking him what happened.
“I’ll tell you later,” he promised, his job already too busy to enjoy the conversation.
Cooking hash-browns, flipping sausage patties and filling drinks had him in a rush all morning. As much as his co-workers wanted to know the details, they too were busy from the breakfast crowd. His boss continue to stare whenever he could, tongue in cheek as he rubbed his chin.
It was around 10:30 before the rush cooled off, giving everyone some time to relax. Once the last car pulled away from the drive-through, nearly everyone including his boss stopped what they were doing to find out about his bruise.
Jacob had to be careful. He wasn’t sure if he should spill the beans and simply announce that he was a cuckold, that could cause more problems than he wanted. He wasn’t exactly fond of his job, but he prefered that it remain outside his new lifestyle.
Choosing his words, he finally said, “I got in a fight,” which opened the door to more questions.
“With who,” became the most asked.
“Dude named John,” he answered.
His boss stepped closer, squinting with suspicion as he rubbed his chin. “What did John do?” he asked, causing the other teens to repeat the question to him.
“I caught him trying to fool around with my girl,” answered Jacob, testing the waters to see their reaction.
“Oohh shit, so you beat that boy’s ass, huh? That’s my man, Jay!” one of the teens shouted. But before the others could come to their own conclusion, they jumped on board with his.
Now patting him on the back and congratulating him for defending Julia, the black teens went back to work, somewhat more respectful to him. It had all gone better than expected, and now he couldn’t wait to see her reaction. There was only one problem, his boss didn’t buy it.
Pulling him from the kitchen and away from his co-workers, Mr. Wesley bent to whisper. “That’s not what happened, is it?”
Jacob’s palms began sweating as his heart rate increased. He wasn’t sure what his boss knew, but he wouldn’t admit to anything as long as he could.
“W-What do you mean?”
“That girl yesterday, the one who came in with that guy. That was them wasn’t it?”
Jacob hesitated to answer, making Mr. Wesley nod, his double chins squishing together each time his head dipped. “I knew it. And that was them in the drive through right?”
Jacob swallowed and broke eye contact. What happened next he didn’t expect.
“Listen,” his large boss whispered, putting his arm around Jacob’s shoulder, “I don’t know what caused that bruise, and I won’t say anything to your co-workers, but if that John guy is giving you problems, you tell me about it.”
Jacob looked up in surprise.
“We’ll straighten him out, along with that girl of yours too. You just let me know, alright?”
Flattered didn’t even begin to describe how he felt. Jacob had always pictured his boss as a grumpy, pissed off old man who ate too much fast food. Yet now he was acting like a father, promising to help him out, and even kick John’s ass if wanted.
From first hand experience, Jacob knew Mr. Wesley couldn’t beat John. Even with weight on his side, John would likely beat them both at the same time, and still have enough energy to fuck Julia a few times. The idea actually made his cock twitch, threatening to stiffen before he shook away the thoughts.
“Uhm, sure, but … it’s really not a problem,” he replied with a smile.
Mr. Wesley eyed him closely. “You sure?”
Lunch time finally rolled around just as the rush picked back up. As much as Jacob needed a break, the store was simply too busy, so when Julia finally arrived he was far too occupied to go see her. Glancing out from the kitchen, he could see her sitting alone and waiting for him. He had no way of letting her know, but as he dropped another load of french fries into the boiling hot oil, he saw Mr. Wesley sitting down at her table.
A nervous, familiar feeling crept into his stomach, leaving his hands sweaty and his knees weak. Each time he looked out, the two seemed to be having an important conversation. He couldn’t see Mr. Wesley’s face, but Julia seemed calm and collected. A few minutes passed, and Jacob could see Julia laughing at something his boss said, filling him with an acquainted fear.
He wasn’t able to hear them, but even above the noise of the kitchen he picked up his name. Looking out from the kitchen again, he caught Julia and Mr. Wesley looking right at him. He only had a moment to stare before he was needed again, quickly ducking out of view and swallowing the lump in his throat.
Focused on putting together another hamburger, the area he stood in allowed a certain view of the restaurant, specifically Mr. Wesley’s Manager’s Office. Wiping sweat away, and hoping his boss didn’t see, Jacob looked up just in time to see Julia walk into his private office. Frozen in shock, Mr. Wesley followed behind her, glancing toward the kitchen just before disappearing from sight.
After that, Jacob could hardly focus on his work, his mind racing with thoughts of what they were doing. There was no need trying to fool himself though, he was a cuckold, what else could they be doing? Luckily, with the restaurant so busy no one even noticed Mr. Wesley missing, or that he was gone for over twenty minutes.
When his boss finally returned, Jacob saw that his shirt had large sweat stains under the neck and arms, his face was flushed and red, and he had the biggest grin on his fat face. Julia left without so much as a wave, heading to her car and driving back to the grocery store, clearly running late.
Jacob’s boss kept his distance for most of the day, only coming around to coach or speed up his workers. Jay had so many questions, but each time Mr. Wesley came by it was only to tell him to work faster.
“Get the lead out, Jay-Jay, hurry it up!”
When the end of Jacob’s shift drew near and the commotion finally settled, something rattled his pocket. Able to step away from the kitchen, he withdrew his phone to find six text messages from Julia, all timestamped at lunch. During the hectic, fast paced work he couldn’t feel his phone vibrate, but she had been sending him pictures from the Manager’s Office the whole time.
With the restaurant empty he walked to a table in the back, sitting down and taking a deep breath, ready to see what she sent. As he opened the first text, he was so focused that he was blind to Mr. Wesley about to join him. Grunting as he plopped down, Jacob flinched and turned his phone over, hiding the image he had yet to view.
“Have you looked at them yet?” he asked, having no reason to gloat about what happened, they both knew.
“I uh … just opened the first one.”
His boss adjusted his seat and leaned closer, wheezing as he breathed, “Let’s see it.”
Jacob was hoping that Mr. Wesley hadn’t noticed his raging hard-on, it’s not like he needed more proof that being a cuck turned him on. Slowly turning over the phone, they could both clearly see the first picture.
Surprisingly it was more tame that he expected. In the photo was clearly his boss’ cock, hard and leaking from the big mushroom tip. Julia’s fingers were wrapped around it, holding it to the side just to show off it’s length and girth, along with the engagement ring on her finger. Though simple, it still sent shivers down his spine.
Opening the next image, Jacob took a breath as he squeezed himself. The next pic was a close up, showing Julia’s puffy pink lips pressed against the large bulbous head as if she were kissing it. The background had a blurring effect, so the only thing in focus was her lips, and his cock.
“What’s next?” Mr. Wesley asked.
The third was raunchier, a full view of Julia’s face with it pressed into his crotch. Her nose had been shoved into his ballsack while his cock laid across her forehead. Jay knew she loved a man’s stink, and he was willing to bet that his boss had plenty to spare. Giving himself another squeeze, he couldn’t help but say something.
“I really like that one,” he whispered, causing Mr. Wesley to smile from ear to ear.
The following photo gave a side view, showing Julia’s face as she attempted to deepthroat him. It looked like she had nearly all of it in her mouth, only an inch remaining before the base. Mr. Wesley’s stomach was so big however, that it impeded her ability to take it all.
The fifth photo had been taken by Mr. Wesley, and it was by far one of the kinkiest things he had ever seen Julia do. Jacob’s boss had reclined in a chair, spreading and propping his legs up on what Jacob could only guess was his desk. Julia sat below him and between his legs, one hand on his cock, and the other being used to finger his ass. With Jacob’s cock already at it’s limit, it was only upon closer inspection that he realised which finger his girlfriend was using, her ring finger, the engagement ring no longer visible while her finger was completely inside him.
“Oh fuck,” Jay moaned, squeezing his thighs together as his cock threatened to erupt in his pants.
“I know,” his boss grinned, putting his arm around Jay’s shoulder, “but that’s not even the best part. That engagement ring you bought her? It actually slipped off when she was fingering me and helping me cum. I had to push it back out when she realized it was missing, pretty crazy, huh?”
Jacob bent forward, shuddering as his cock spilled down his thigh, gush after gush, moaning as his boss watched and chuckled. Taking his phone, Mr. Wesley opened the last photo, holding it for Jacob to see as he came.
The last image was Julia’s beautiful face, her mouth open, her tongue out, and a large chunky puddle of cum resting at the back of her throat.
“Your girlfriend is something else, Jay-Jay,” he chuckled, “she swallowed everything and even thanked me for it.”
Jacob could hardly speak, his body continued convulsing as his orgasm slowly faded.
“I had you all wrong,” said Mr. Wesley, “I thought … well, it doesn’t matter does it? Listen, tell Jewel thanks, okay? And if you see John, tell him thanks too.”
“Have you gotten through yet?”
“No,” Cody said, taking another hit from the blunt, “but I expect something soon. If not, I have other ways to make it happen.”
The room was dark and filled with smoke, along with the sounds of felatio. Between Cody’s legs, someone he didn’t even know was busy working his cock, trying their best to please him. Gasping for air, the girlish moans were followed by a deep breath before they dove down and continued.
“How do you think she’ll react?”
“Oh I’m sure she still hates me, they both do,” Cody laughed, reaching down and gripping the stranger’s hair, preventing them from pulling away.
“And you think it’ll work even if she hates you?”
The mumbled voice between Cody’s legs began to panic, struggling to break free as his cock blocked their oxygen. Slapping desperately at his thighs, Cody took another hit and blew smoke in the stranger’s face, watching as the fight began to slow, and their body started going limp.
“It’s because she hates me that it’ll work so well,” he grinned, feeling the throat around his cock relax before he shoved the stranger off.
Tumbling backwards, the anonymous cock sucker landed in a patch of light, revealing him to be a young blonde haired teenager with pink lips. Reaching out with his foot, Cody stomped his stomach a few times until the boy finally coughed and gasped for air, whimpering and starting to cry on the floor.
“Hm, he’s cute.”
“Yeah,” Cody grinned, “little faggot reminds me of someone.”
Standing from his seat, the young blonde teen cradled his stomach and looked up just in time to see Cody’s boot racing toward his face.
“I left it parked on row D, the keys are under the seat.”
Jacob read the text again as he walked to the grocery store Julia worked at. After an awkward moment with his boss, Jay thanked Mr. Wesley for helping Julia cheat on him. He had never seen the fat man so happy, but he promised not to say anything to his co-workers, and even let Jacob go home a little early.
The store where she worked wasn’t very far, only a mile. Getting off early meant Julia hadn’t finished her shift yet, and since he didn’t want to stay at work Jacob would simply go see her.
He had hoped no one noticed the large wet stain on the front of his pants, but there was really no hiding it. Entering the grocery store he went past several aisles before finally spotting her, she had just finished bagging groceries, and was taking a breath when he arrived.
“Hey, babe,” he said, trying to sound casual.
“Hey, you made it.”
“Yeah, that’s a long walk.”
Julia sighed, leaning against the register and pulling out her phone. Bringing up the lock screen, she checked the time before stuffing it away. “Ten more minutes,” she huffed, sounding bored.
With the manager away and no one else around, Jacob stepped up and pulled out his phone. She hadn’t been paying him any attention, but when she next looked he had brought up the photos.
“Put those away, you’ll get me in trouble!” she giggled, pushing his arm down and forcing the phone back into his pocket. “We can talk about it when we get home,” she promised, trying to hide her smile.
Jacob grinned and agreed, now standing awkwardly as they waited for her shift to end. When no one else came through her line, she eventually shut off her aisle light, and Jacob pulled the car around.
By the time they got home, showered, and finally began to unwind it was 6:15. Sitting on the couch again, they mimicked that very morning as they cuddled and checked social media. Jacob had purposely been quiet about Julia and his boss, not wanting to annoy her with constant questions. But as the evening approached, and her hand rested on his thigh, he felt enough time had passed.
“So … Mr. Wesley, huh?” he said, trying to sound nonchalant.
Julia saw through him at once, grinning and squeezing his leg. “Yup,” she answered, being as passive as possible. Ever since the trauma of their prom, whenever Jacob was close enough, she would always have a hand on him. The doctors called it a psychological safety dependance, meaning she felt safest as long as she could touch Jacob.
As her hand brushed his cock, it twitched and stiffened more. Shutting his laptop, he slowly and calmly sat it on the coffee table. “Do you … wanna talk about it?”
Julia had trouble suppressing her smile, shrugging her shoulders as if she didn’t care. Jacob swallowed and finally snapped; reaching out and playfully shaking her by the shoulders, her head bounced as he moved the laptop and pushed himself on top of her.
“Tell me what happened!” he cried out jokingly, still shaking her as she burst into laughter. Using his fingers to tickle, his hands crawled over her stomach and sides as she wiggled and twisted, squealing and trying to escape him.
Their laughter and roughhousing eventually lead to kissing, which also lead them to the bedroom. Undressed, Julia made Jay sit on the floor at the end of the bed, looking up at her while she sat on the edge, masturbating above his face. Once properly in place, she allowed him to ask his questions.
“What do you want to know?”
“Oh, well first off, is Carlos coming by tonight?”
“Nah, he said he had something important going on.”
“Good, okay so … why my boss?”
Julia and Jacob continued masturbating as they spoke, watching each other’s reactions.
“Well, when he came over to talk to me, he started asking how you got that bruise.”
Jacob cringed, “Oh right … that.”
“Yeah … well, I told him the truth.”
“Seriously? That quick?”
She smiled, “Yup. I told him you were a cuckold, that you loved watching me cheat, and that John kicked your ass to make you more submissive.”
Jacob squeezed his cock, “That’s not what happened,” he grumbled, ” … and John didn’t kick my ass … he sucker punched me.”
Julia didn’t speak, she simply allowed him to continue stroking while he thought about it. After a moment she continued, “So then he wanted to know if I’d fool around with him.”
Jacob stroked faster.
“So I did.”
“W-Wait a minute, that’s not all,” he adjusted his knees, scooting closer and bringing himself between her knees, “I saw you two laugh and look back at me, what was that about?”
Now Julia’s hand sped up, rubbing across her increasingly wet pussy. “Oh, well when I said John kicked your ass-”
“Your boss said it wouldn’t be hard to do … kick your butt he meant.”
“Yeah I got that, and you laughed?”
Julia bit her lip, “He was just trying to act macho … I was being nice.”
Reaching to cradle his balls, Jacob resumed stroking. “So what about your engagement ring … you didn’t actually lose it up his … I mean, he made that up right?”
“Did you look at all seven pictures? Yeah, it slipped off and I didn’t even know until we took that last pic.”
“Seven?” Jacob sat up, “I only got six.”
Stepping away from the bed, Julia retrieved her phone and brought it back, flipping through menus until bringing up the photo album. Enlarging the image, she handed the phone to Jacob and watched his reaction.
The image was of Mr. Wesley and Julia, shoulder to shoulder. His boss had reached around her back and was groping her chest, his fingers digging into the fabric while his other hand was aimed at the phone, flipping it off. Julia’s right hand was holding the camera, but her other hand was flipping him off as well. Their smiles seemed to mock him, but it only made Jacob stroke harder.
“See? The ring is missing from my left hand,” she pointed out, “it was actually up his butt when we took that picture,” she laughed, watching her boyfriend struggle not to cum.
“I can’t believe you would do that,” he groaned.
“Well you know I get turned on when a guy stinks.”
Jacob remembered the photo of her smelling his balls.
“It made me a little … kinkier,” she teased, sitting down in front of him again.
Jacob held his breath a moment, stroking quicker and making small whimpering noises. Releasing his cock and edging his orgasm, he looked up to his girlfriend with desperation in his eyes. “Can we have sex?” he begged, “please?”
Julia sunk two fingers into herself, biting her lip and looking down at him. Watching his dick twitch, drooling pre-cum onto the floor, she knew it wouldn’t take much to make him cum, he was far too close for intercourse. Smiling, and without speaking, she reached out with her foot, pressing his erection against his stomach and rubbing it several times.
“Gah! N-No!” he whimpered desperately, unable to stop himself from cumming. Removing her foot, she watched his cock squirt across his stomach and thighs, firing white lines onto her legs and the floor as he whined with tortured pleasure.
“Oops,” she grinned, watching him twitch and bend over, “maybe next time.”
Cody was breathing heavily, grunting as he jerked his cock faster and faster. Smiling, opening his mouth and spitting below, Cody finally reached his orgasm. Bucking his hips uncontrollably, the athletic young man erupted with a gigantic torrent of semen. Shot after thick shot of sperm fired down at his target, plastering and splashing as his balls contracted and pumped.
“Oh yes, baby!” Maxine moaned beside him, “give him all of it!”
Cody’s load seemed almost unending, firing nearly a dozen powerful shots before the rest gushed out. Below him, the sticky warm cum had landed across blonde hair, pretty pink lips and unblinking eyes. Cody groaned while his orgasm came to a finish, squeezing the last drops and flicking them onto the teen’s expressionless face.
Standing beside Cody, the same man from before held his cock out, aiming it at the sparkling pink lips of the teen. “Chris wasn’t bad, eh?” he grunted, releasing his piss across the lifeless boy who was stuffed awkwardly inside the 55 gallon drum, “Cock sucking little Maricón,” he laughed, soaking the teen’s body in his urine before it trickled to a stop.
Maxine moaned and stepped forward, slamming the drum’s lid closed. Sealing it tightly, she stepped over to Cody and kissed him, something he seemed less interested in. “I’ll take care of it, baby, no one will ever find him,” she purred.
“Good,” he answered, slapping her on the ass to get her moving.
“So what’s next?” the brown skinned man asked.
Cody thought a moment, squeezing his balls as his cock dripped onto the warehouse’s concrete floor. “I want to see them. Let’s set something up.”
Lying in bed together, Julia had cuddled into Jacob’s arms as he flipped through websites on his laptop. Her eyes closed, she began drifting to sleep when Jacob cleared his throat. Squinting, she adjusted her head before Jay actually said something.
“Honey, take a look at this,” he said pointing to the screen, “your friend Sam, the black guy I yelled at by accident?”
“I know my own friends,” she mumbled.
“Uh, right, well he’s been putting messages on his facebook, saying he hasn’t seen his boyfriend Chris in days.”
Julia sat up more.
“Apparently nobody knows where he is.”
Squeezing him a little tighter, Julia eyed the laptop with worry. “Nobody?”
“Chris’ facebook hasn’t had any updates in days, and no one’s seen him or heard from him, not even his parents.”
The two were quiet a moment, feeling an unsettling air around them.
“And we still have to deal with this,” Jacob said in a dull tone, bringing up Cody’s friend request.
Julia shuffled closer, wrapping one of her legs around his.
“What should we do? Keep ignoring it right?”
She swallowed, feeling an anger build inside her. Trying to keep her voice calm, she nodded and said, “Yeah, we don’t want him in our lives again … ever.”
As the week rolled on, the days passed with boring repetition. With his co-workers and boss treating him better, Jacob began enjoying his job more, even when Julia came by to flirt with Mr. Wesley. He was also beginning to enjoy his role as a cuckold, something his girlfriend clearly approved of.
When the routine of work became agonizing, it was a welcome change that Friday arrived. With Julia and Jacob both getting off early, they were home by 2:00pm, and trying to decide what they would do over the weekend. Their answer came as Julia sat in the kitchen, surfing Facebook and watching youtube videos.
“Baby!” she shouted, “Jacob! Come here!”
Stepping out of the bathroom and pulling off rubber gloves, he entered the kitchen and looked over her shoulder. Carlos had sent them a message on Facebook, inviting them to a costume party he was having on Saturday.
“A costume party sounds fun,” Jay said, leaving to wash his hands in the sink.
“It looks like we won’t know anyone there though.”
When Jacob returned, he skimmed the message and began rubbing her shoulders. “John might go,” he read, softly squeezing the muscles in her neck.
“Might,” she repeated, “I text John everyday, and he’s been busy all week. I get the feeling he wouldn’t show up just for a costume party.”
Jacob leaned and raised his eyebrows, “Everyday?”
Julia smiled and ignored his question, “So do you want to go or not?”
Taking a deep breath, he exhaled slowly, drawing out his answer as obnoxiously as possible. Finally, after making blubbery noises with his lips and shaking Julia’s shoulders, he said yes, telling her it would be fun, and if nothing else they could just get drunk.
It was only an hour later that they were out shopping for costumes. The department store they chose had a varied selection, and within minutes Jacob had picked out Julia’s outfit. Pulling it from the racks, he carried it over with a giant grin on his face.
“Please, oh please, oh please!” he whined when she turned around.
“Really? A french maid?”
“Oh come on, you know it’s my favorite! Remember truth or dare? I said it was my biggest fantasy?”
Julia grinned and tilted her head, “The only thing I remember about that night was getting stuffed by-”
“-Please? You can even pick out my costume! I’ll wear anything you want, I promise!”
Julia bit her lip and smiled, “Anything?”
The following day, Julia and Jacob arrived according to Carlos’ request, getting to the party a few hours earlier than everyone else. It took them over an hour of driving to reach the house, surprised that it was so far outside the city. They expected it was his parents’ house, a summer home only used on vacations. Ringing the doorbell, Julia nearly squealed in delight, fully dressed and excited about the evening. Jacob however had become less enthused. When the door swung open, Carlos took one look before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.
Julia’s thick curvy body filled out the french maid costume perfectly. Fishnet stockings that only reached her knees, a frilly black dress that barely covered her rump, a white corset that squeezed her cleavage higher, soft white gloves, black heels, a tight black choke collar, and finally a white bow in her hair.
With the only exception being pumps instead of heels, Jacob was wearing the same thing.
“Two french maids,” Carlos laughed, “that’s just perfect.”
Spinning in place, Julia flashed her laced black panties and bounced her chest to give him the full effect. Grinning, they turned to Jacob and waited on him to do the same, only he crossed his arms and glared.
“Just get inside, putas, we have a lot to go over.”
Stepping out of their way, Julia entered first and received a hard slap on the ass, making her squeal. As Jacob entered, he wasn’t expecting the same treatment, stunned when Carlos’ hand smacked him even harder, leaving a bright red handprint. The slap stung painfully, and as Julia broke into laughter, Carlos pushed Jacob forward, bending him over to look under the dress.
“A thong!” he shouted in surprise, “no wonder I didn’t feel anything, damn, maricón. You even shaved your legs too, huh?”
Stumbling in the black pumps, Jacob tried pulling the dress lower, hoping to cover himself while also rubbing the painful stinging. When Carlos shut the front door and started walking toward them, Jay couldn’t help but say something.
“I know what maricón means now,” he scowled, aware of how non-threatening he looked while wearing the costume.
“Good,” Carlos grinned, passing him and taking Jewel by the waist, “come on then, I’ll give you two the run down.”
Julia felt guilty having already left her boyfriend’s side. She knew there would be flirting, and she had planned on fooling around with a few different men, but as Carlos pulled her away she sensed tonight would be different. She couldn’t decide if she was scared or turned on, the truth likely somewhere between.
Struggling to move, Jacob waited until their backs were turned before he kicked off the black pumps and tossed them by the door, choosing instead to walk in his stockings. Running up behind them, he followed as they entered the large kitchen.
“I expect around twenty or thirty people, most from different colleges. I also expect more bros than hoes, so that’s where you two come in.”
Julia and Jacob looked up at him, unsure what he meant.
“Jacob, you’ll be an actual maid tonight. I need you serving the boys drinks, food, anything they want. You’ll also be in charge of cleaning up after them, so if they spill something, break something, or puke on something, you’re the sirvienta who fixes it, yeah?”
Jacob looked to Julia.
“It means servant,” she grinned, squirming as Carlos’ hand began groping her butt.
“Now just wait a goddamn minute here- I didn’t agree to be a maid for your party!”
“Then why are you dressed like that?”
Clearing his throat, Jay tried to continue his argument. “I came to have a good time with Julia,” he grumbled.
“And why did you come?” Carlos asked her.
Fidgeting when his hand slipped into her panties, she bit her lip before answering, “I came to fool around with different guys.” Again she felt guilty, but couldn’t understand why. Jacob’s cuckold status was in the open now, she had no need to feel bad about cheating on him, after all it turned him on.
“You did?” Jay asked, the heartbreak clear on his face, “But you promised tonight would be for us.”
Julia suddenly understood why she felt bad. On the drive up, as Jacob whined about his costume, she tried to lift his mood by promising he would be the focus of her night. It instantly cheered him up, but from the moment Carlos smacked her ass she had completely forgotten.
When Carlos noticed them both looking dour, he stepped in to lighten the mood. “Cheer up, coño, I’ll make sure you have fun too.”
Jacob thought a moment. If Julia was planning on fooling around with other men, why should that stop him from having a good time? This was his weekend too, and if getting drunk was the only way to enjoy himself, then that’s what he’d do, Julia be damned.
“Fine. I’ll get shit faced,” he said, his sour tone directed at his girlfriend, making her look away.
“Now, Julia,” Carlos said, pulling his hand from her panties and stepping back, “just because you make a prettier maid doesn’t get you off the hook.” With them both staring he continued, “You’ll be a maid too. Just like him, you’ll pass out food and drinks, and you’ll take the empties to the trash.”
Jacob smiled as she frowned.
“You don’t have to clean up spills, but I need you to let Jacob know if you find any.”
Suddenly Julia’s phoned chirped. Pulling it from a pocket between her breast, she swiped and tapped before stuffing it away. “John said he can’t come,” she announced sadly.
Jacob was unconcerned, but Carlos grinned before turning and leaving the kitchen. “Come on, there’s more to show you,” he said.
Leading them down the hallway, he pointed out the main bathroom, already cleaned and ready for use. The tiles were polished and white, as was the bowl, the sink, and the tub. Next was a large bedroom, the king size bed made neatly and furnished with expensive looking pillows.
Walking back and looking into the bathroom, Jacob stopped and raised an important question. “Wait a second,” he said, getting their attention, “if you’re having twenty or thirty drunken people over, is one toilet really enough?”
“If the toilet is being used, I expect the others will piss in the bathtub,” he chuckled, “but that’s why you’re here, chico, in case they miss or something.”
“Okay, just hold the fuck on,” Jacob practically shouted, “what makes you think I give a shit about keeping your house clean? What’s in this deal for me?”
Carlos clearly didn’t like Jacob’s tone, and as he stepped up and backed him into the wall, he eyed him down until Jay could no longer make eye contact. “How’s that bruise healing?” he whispered, sending Jacob a very clear message.
Surprisingly, Julia came to his rescue, pushing between them and forcing a laugh to break the tension. “Come on, guys, let’s just enjoy the evening. Okay, Jacob?” Reaching behind her she found Jay’s hand, interlocking their fingers.
The anxiety drained when he squeezed her hand, smelling the coconut shampoo in her hair when she backed up. She laughed nervously, and as Jacob relaxed and began to speak, Carlos pushed himself into her, reaching down her panties and kissing her deeply. Pushing her body into Jacob’s, he was trapped watching as leaned back and moaned, sinking into his kiss and squeezing Jacob’s hand even harder.
When the first guests finally arrived, Jacob had just finished making the sandwiches. With large silver trays, he carried out giant bowls of chips and dip, along with bottles of beer and finger food. The party’s main hub was the living room, a spacious area with three separate couches along with folding chairs and folding tables. With the platters set up and more beer stuffed into coolers, Jacob wiped his hands on his dress before preparing to rest.
Julia had taken a break, sitting on Carlos’ lap while they watched him scurry to get things in order. Jay wasn’t happy about it, but he clung to the idea of getting so drunk that he would be incapable of walking, let alone serving horny wasted men.
“Hey, Puta,” Carlos snapped, getting his attention, “I don’t like the way you’re walking.”
Jay could see Julia becoming nervous again, resting her hand on Carlos’ thigh, squeezing it like she often did his whenever she became upset or unnerved. Swallowing his pride, and hoping to help Julia feel better, he stepped over and and crossed his arms.
“How should I walk then?”
“Like a Lady … swing your hips more, shake it, hermano. Right now you look like a gorrilla with hemorrhoids.”
Julia covered her mouth, feeling guilty about laughing at Jacob’s expense. However, since he was already humiliated and dressed like a woman, and he’d rather see Julia laugh than be upset, he dropped his head and accepted the request. Turning, he attempted to strut as best he could, forcing his hip sway as he walked.
“Hey, not bad,” Carlos chuckled, “just keep doing that during the party, yeah?”
Jacob nodded, thinking to himself, “Not on your fucking life.”
It was nearly an hour before the bulk of guests arrived. It was surprising, but Jacob had almost forgotten that it was a costume party. He greeted nearly everyone that walked in, getting a good look at their outfits. Fireman, Police officer, Superman and Spider-man to name a few. Some guests had went all out, wearing expensive costumes that were intricate, while others went minimal with simple masks.
The kitchen and living room were absolutely packed once everyone arrived, leaving Jacob and Julia to spring into their roles as waiters, handing out beer and offering food to anyone who wanted it. As music played and drinks were consumed, the night actually started somewhat calm. A few people had laughed at Jacob’s costume, but he wasn’t the only one dressed ridiculously.
Carlos had changed into his own costume as well, getting Julia to personally help him in the bedroom. When he returned, he had become an escaped convict, with black and white bars that covered his pants and shirt, along with a plastic ball and chain around his ankle.
Thirty minutes more and the party was in full swing. Music blared, people shouted, and already a dozen were drunk. Jacob was constantly being pushed around, shoved, and at several points he was groped and squeezed, the drunken party goers confusing him with Julia. Each time he had a chance, Jacob would sneak a shot of alcohol, gulping the burning liquid before moving somewhere else.
Carrying a handful of empty beer bottles, Jay was headed for the trashcan when he heard someone call out, “Yo! Sissy maid, dude! Need a clean up on aisle three!” Dumping the bottles, he turned and headed back into the crowd. Catching a look from Carlos, Jacob began swaying his hips, hoping he hadn’t been caught.
When he arrived at the mess, he found several frat guys cluttered around a few chairs. Someone had spilled beer and cheese dip all over the floor, but that wasn’t half as surprising as who he found with them.
“Sorry, Jacob,” Julia giggled drunkenly, “I knocked it off when they pulled down my panties.”
Julia was standing with her legs apart, the frat guy behind her grinning as his hand reached under her dress. Beside him, another frat brother chuckled stupidly, holding up her panties before sniffing and slingshotting them at Jacob’s face.
Dropping to his knees, he reached for the towel on his costume before getting on all fours and scrubbing the large stain. Looking up from the floor gave him a great view under her dress, along with the frat guy’s hand drunkenly fingering her. The slime and honey from her pussy had begun dripping down her thighs, squishing loudly as the fingers slapped into her, making her wiggle and laugh. Jacob couldn’t stop his cock from hardening, and while he hoped no one saw it, he was about to encounter a bigger problem.
“Check out the ass on this one!” someone behind him shouted.
Before he could move, a hand reached for his thong, yanking it hard enough that his knees came off the floor, giving him a massive wedgie and causing him to fall face first into the mess he was cleaning. Face down while someone held him up, he felt several hands begin to grope and slap his backside.
“Oh shit, it’s a dude!”
“And he’s got a chubby!” Someone else shouted, reaching and grabbing Jacob’s erection, shaking it back and forth to show everyone looking.
Julia and the frat brothers burst into laughter, and as Jacob flushed red, someone emptied a bottle of beer onto his head, laughing as it ran up his nose, causing him to cough and spit.
When he was let go and put on his knees, he felt a shoe press against his back before kicking him forward, causing him to fall over the mess and directly below his girlfriend.
“Don’t be so mean to my boyfriend, guys,” Julia laughed above him.
“That sissy is your boyfriend?” someone asked.
“He’s not gonna get mad at me is he?” the frat guy behind her moaned, causing Jacob to lift his head and see what he meant.
“Nah,” Julia whimpered, “he’s a cuckold.”
Jacob had gotten back on his knees just as a cock squeezed through Julia’s thighs. Openly, in front of everyone, this stranger was fucking the gap below her pussy. She continued laughing, holding up her dress for everyone to see and moaning as he rocked her back and forth, humping her from behind as everyone watched. The alcohol had clearly affected her, and as a different frat brother pulled her tits out, the guy dressed as Superman poured another shot into her mouth.
“What’s a cuckold?” someone in the crowd asked.
“I think it means he likes watching,” another answered.
Jacob could hardly find the strength to move, staring hypnotically as the big cock glided in and out between her thighs. The scene immediately reminded him of the first time he watched John fuck her, and he imagined that if he didn’t move, it would have the same end result too.
“He does like watching!” someone laughed.
He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol he drank, or if it was the humiliation of having everyone stare, but Jacob’s cock had never been harder. As he sat back on his heels, it was obvious to everyone that he had a boner, the front of his maid outfit standing straight up.
“Are you … ugh, having a good time, honey?” Julia asked him, grunting as the man humping her became more aggressive. Thrusting his cock between her thighs faster and faster, he was clearly about to release his load across everything below him, primarily Jacob.
“Is he really not going to move?” someone behind asked.
“I hope not, I’m recording this shit.”
Only now aware that he was being filmed, Jacob looked around to find more than a dozen people aiming their phones at him, alternating shots between Julia’s pussy and Jacob’s face and dress. Stunned, and with the alcohol starting to work, he looked up at his girlfriend, watching her breast bounce as men groped her, laughing and cheering.
“Fuck! Gonna nut!” came the voice behind her.
Given a last chance to move, Jacob leaned forward. Never blinking as the cock pushed through her thighs, it began shooting its load and painting him. Shot after sticky shot crossed his hair, nose, and glasses, dripping down his cheeks and lips as the frat guy groaned and pumped a few last times before finally pulling out.
“Holy crap!” someone said as others laughed.
“You gave him a facial,” said another while fist bumping.
Aware that the night was far from over, Jacob was about to stand and leave when Julia dropped to her knees in front of him. Still drunk but smiling, she reached out to cradle her boyfriend’s face, pulling him into a deep kiss as the crowd became silently stunned.
“Love you, baby,” Julia whispered, pulling away from his lips while strings of sperm stretched between them, breaking and dripping to the floor.
“Love you too.”
The party continued, and as humiliated as Jacob felt he quickly found other party goers trying to show him up with crazy stunts. Playing beer pong, betting each other’s girlfriends and even getting into fights, it wasn’t long before everyone had already forgotten about him. When the crowd around them started to thin, Carlos dropped by to help.
“Julia, I have someone I want you to meet,” he said, helping her and Jacob off their knees.
“You do?” she wobbled, giggling as he Carlos steadied her.
“Yeah, he’s an important guy.”
Jacob watched as he aimed her toward a man wearing a creepy skull mask. Patting her on the ass, Carlos was ready to follow her when he suddenly turned back. Reaching for his wrist, he stopped Jay from wiping the cum away.
“Wear it,” he ordered, grinning as Jacob weakly submitted and put away the towel.
“Good. I’ll come get you when he’s ready, in the meantime I think I saw a couple guys heading to the bathroom, huh?” Grabbing Jacob’s chin, Carlos leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, smirking before leaving and guiding Julia away.
Jacob had never been more confused. Reaching for a nearby platter, he grabbed a shot glass and downed another swallow before someone suddenly bumped him. Annoyed by the noise and people, Jacob pulled the bottle of booze off the tray and began weaving his way through the crowd.
Looking through the people as he passed, he could see Julia dancing, shaking her hips and lifting her dress to the man wearing a skull. He was reclined in a chair, one foot resting on his knee as a smile spread across the underside of his mask.
Trying to ignore it, he staggered into the bathroom and nearly slipped as the tiled floor was soaked in piss. Two teens stood side by side as they attempted urinating into the toilet together, and with someone else passed out in the bathtub, another person had drunkenly arrived and started pissing on them. Shrugging his shoulders, Jacob stepped through the puddles of urine and approached the two teenagers.
“Fellas, you shouldn’t be-” coming within sight of their cocks, he noticed they were holding each other, laughing and having trouble aiming the streams as piss splashed across the seat and walls. “-whatever, forget it.”
Lifting the bottle, Jacob took three more slugs of the whiskey before turning and sitting beside the toilet, he had reached his first low point. He loved Julia, and she loved him, but ever since he had become a cuckold things were different. Everything now revolved around her cheating on him, and although they had their moments together, at the end of the day he felt unimportant, as if she might trade him in for someone with a bigger cock. Most of the time she seemed sincere, but with a little alcohol or the smell of a ballsack Julia lost herself to a world of sinful pleasure, ready to abandon Jacob at a moment’s notice. The idea terrified him, and maybe it was the booze making him think that way, but for now he had only one solution: getting blitzed.
With the alcohol making him warm inside, and his body becoming too heavy to move, Jacob looked up as the two teens smiled at him, redirecting their streams and soaking him in warm, golden liquid. Even as they laughed and their piss splashed and poured into the open mouth of the bottle, Jacob lifted it and swallowed more, slipping further onto the floor before his head struck tile and he passed out.
“Are you really going to do that?”
As consciousness slowly began to return, Jacob could hear voices.
“Yes, and I want you to help me.”
He felt warm, almost floating as the darkness began to spin.
“But that’s so mean,” Julia giggled, her voice echoing in his mind.
“You’ll love it … I promise.”
Jacob awoke to something stinging his face. Coughing, sputtering, his eyes began to burn as fluid filled his nose and choked him. Twisting, rolling onto his side he coughed out the steaming liquid before looking to find the source.
“Hey, it did wake him up!” Julia laughed, aiming the man’s cock as it fired a powerful stream into his face.
Crawling back to the wall, Jacob had nowhere to run as the man in the skull mask stepped closer, guiding Julia as she continued aiming his cock, letting it soak Jacob’s costume, hair, and even his mouth when he tried to catch his breath.
“Good,” said the skull man as he grinned under his mask, “don’t let him breath, let’s choke him to death.”
Julia giggled and playfully slapped at his chest, now aiming the stream into her boyfriend’s eyes. “You shouldn’t make jokes like that,” she said, unable to stop herself from laughing while still drunk from earlier, “what if he actually died or something?”
He smiled and looked down at her, “Good riddance.”
Eventually the stream began to slow, but even as it did they moved closer, trying to ensure that every drop reached some part of Jacob. When he was finished Julia shook his cock enthusiastically, shaking out the final drops while her boyfriend tried to wipe his face.
Jacob wasn’t even sure how to react. He was already soaked from before he passed out, and with his senses dulled he was hardly angry that Julia just helped someone piss on him. Carlos was standing nearby, smiling as Jewel and the skull man backed out of the bathroom.
“Clean him up,” he ordered, taking Julia by the waist and leading her out of sight.
Carlos smiled as he approached, peeling off his convict shirt before untying the strings that held up his pants. Jacob could still feel the linger of alcohol in his system, and although he had sobered some, he still had trouble standing.
“You heard the boss,” Carlos said with a smile, “get in the shower.”
Jacob could hardly refuse as Carlos took him by the shoulder, helping him stand and leading him under the faucet. It was only when he stepped inside, did Jay start to understand. Having the dress pulled off him, Carlos dropped his pants and reached for Jacob’s thong, yanking the strap hard enough to tear it off.
“Wh-what the fuck are you doing?” Jacob groaned, losing his balance and falling into the shower wall. Only on his feet because of Carlos, he struggled to move as the Mexican finished undressing, peeling off his underwear and tossing them.
Beginning to panic, Jay made an attempt to escape, but his body still contained too much alcohol. It was slowly leaving his system, but he was still too weak to fight back. With a hand on the back of his head, Jacob’s face was smushed against the wall, holding him in place as Carlos turned on the shower and blasted them both with cold water.
Screaming loud enough for everyone to hear him, Carlos laughed as he closed the sliding glass door, trapping them inside.
“You can’t wash yourself,” he grinned, “so I’m going to help you, puta.”
Suddenly Jacob had him on his back, arms wrapped around his chest as the cold water poured over them. All he could do was reach for the metal bar nearby, gripping it and trying to steady himself.
“Good, stay standing and I’ll heat up the water.”
Jay’s legs shook when Carlos let go, showing just how weak he actually was. After turning up the water it eventually became steaming, flooding the bathroom with a heavy mist. Grabbing a bar of soap, he began rubbing it around the drunken cuckold’s body, covering him in a slick, slippery sheen.
“Please, I don’t-”
“Shush,” he whispered into Jacob’s ear, moving the soap to his cock, “the last thing you want is to make me mad,” he purred.
Closing his eyes, Jacob tried to think of Julia as he felt Carlos’ hardened cock rubbing against his lower back. Still holding the bar to brace himself, the hands around his stomach drifted south, grabbing and squeezing him.
Jacob whimpered, feeling the hard phallus poking him from behind. Pushing forward, and with the help of the soap it slipped between his thighs, much like the frat guy had done earlier with Julia. Slowly grinding himself into Jacob, the contact began having a stimulating effect.
It was the closest thing to sex that jacob had had in over a week. Despite the touch coming from another man, his cock began to rise of it’s own free will. Biting his lip, he hoped Carlos didn’t notice, but that idea only lasted a second.
“What’s this?” he chuckled, his fingers wrapping around Jacob and beginning to stroke him.
“Damn it,” Jay said through gritted teeth.
“The boss said you’re not allowed to do that,” Carlos purred, tapping Jay’s cock with his finger, “so we’ll need to take care of it.”
Having another person touch him was almost too much, and although he wanted to blame it on being drunk, part of him couldn’t deny how good it felt.
“Why don’t we make it a game,” Carlos whispered, “first one to cum loses.”
“That’s not fair,” he whimpered back, his cock already being stroked faster.
“Squeeze your legs together, make it tight for me.”
Jacob couldn’t believe what he was doing, or that he would actually go along with this man’s crazy game. But the night had already spiraled out of control, he had been forced to work as a maid, cheated on, pissed on, cheated on again and pissed on again. What was one more humiliating moment in his life? At least now there we no cameras.
Shuffling side to side, Jacob squeezed his legs tightly, even pushing his ass out and making it easier for Carlos to reach around. As the man holding him laughed, Jacob could feel his cock pull out from his thighs, now starting to press against his backdoor.
“No!” Jacob whined, “Not there! Please!”
Surprisingly Carlos actually complied, only teasing the virgin hole, pressing the swollen head halfway in before stopping. “Fuck you’re tight, puta,” he grinned, shoving himself back between Jacob’s thighs.
Their rocking and bumping continued for a few more minutes, both moaning as the shower seemed to become even hotter. Somehow Jacob was able to resist his orgasm, causing problems for Carlos. Grunting, he began to speed up, each stroke causing his cock to bump into Jacob’s balls from underneath.
“Are you close yet?” he asked, leaning over his shoulder and looking down.
“Very close,” Jacob whimpered, momentarily forgetting everything else in his life.
“Buen muchachito,” Carlos grunted.
Cupping his hand below Jacob’s cock, he used his other hand to stroke until he finally reached orgasm. Whining as he came, Jay looked down and watched his entire load spill into Carlos’ palm. It was only after his high receded that Jacob realized carlos was no longer humping him, and that he had been pushing his hips into Carlos’ cock.
“You lost the game,” he chuckled, “but I won’t punish you too badly.”
Raising his hand, he brought the large puddle of cum up to Jacob’s lips, laughing when Jacob turned away.
“Come on, open up for me,” he ordered. When Jacob refused again, scrunching his face and turning his head, Carlos could only laugh, pulling his cock from between Jay’s thighs. “If you don’t open for me, I have a magical key that’ll work.” Pressing his cock against Jacob’s hole again, Carlos could see the terror in his partner’s eyes.
Reluctantly Jacob turned, facing his shower mate and opening his mouth. Closing his eyes, Jay’s own load was poured down this throat, the slimy, salty fluid had mixed with the shower water to become a soupy, vile tasting mess.
“Now me,” Carlos grinned, pushing Jacob to his knees and masturbating directly at his face. “Open up,” he ordered, “be a good boy for me.”
Jacob only wanted it to end quicker, so as his lips parted, he looked up to the Mexican who had insulted him, called him names, lied to him and probably already fucked his girlfriend, and began sucking at the tip of his cock.
It was such a shock to Carlos that his orgasm arrive immediately, reaching for the back of Jacob’s head and pulling him further onto the shaft before erupting into his mouth. Thrusting relentlessly, he made sure that Jacob sucked every drop out before finally moving away.
His ordeal with Carlos was finally over, but as he helped him stand, Jay was shoved against the shower wall before receiving one last thing: a kiss.
Now sitting on the edge of the tub, Jacob remained quiet as Carlos toweled him off. After a few moments of silence, Jacob willingly spread his legs to let Carlos finish.
“What time is it?”
Carlos didn’t look up, “late.”
“Has everyone left?”
“Everyone but the four of us.”
Another moment of silence.
“How long was I out?”
Standing, Carlos took Jacob by the hand as they walked across a mountain of towels, all placed to soak up the urine left by teenagers. Stepping into the hallway, Jacob could finally see the devastation left behind. There were dozens of spills and broken chairs, cups, plates, and trash littered the living room, along with a few randomly discarded and half filled condoms.
Amazingly the trash ended exactly at the hallway, saving them from standing in garbage. Still both nude, Carlos suddenly dropped to his knees, reaching for Jacob’s soft cock.
“W-What are you doing?”
“I told you in the shower,” he said casually, “the boss doesn’t want you getting hard.”
Before he understood, Carlos had already locked away his dick, smiling when he stood up. “That should do it,” he grinned.
It had only just occurred to jacob that he had no idea what was going on. Waking up while being pissed on was bad enough, but being shower molested had made it even worse. He hadn’t seen Julia since she helped the skull man piss on him, and now he was being cock caged and told that ‘the boss’ demanded it.
“Can I go home? Why are you doing this to me? Where’s Julia?”
Carlos grinned and began guiding him down the hallway, leading him towards the bedroom they had seen previously. “You like being a cuckold right?” he asked, “Watching the girl you love most give herself to another guy, seeing her cum, watching her lover cum while they both deny you any attention?”
Jacob was afraid to answer.
“The boss will make all of that even better, I promise.”
“Who is he?”
Carlos hesitated to answer, “He’s your new bull, which makes him the most important person in your life.”
Jacob couldn’t believe that. There was only one person in his life that mattered more than the rest, and that was Julia.
“One last thing,” Carlos said, stopping him before they entered the room, “do everything he says … everything.”
Jay could see the seriousness in his face, and it started to scare him.
One hour earlier.
The party was about to come to an end. Carlos had followed Jacob into the bathroom, watching as two teenagers urinated across the unconscious cuckold, laughing and stroking each other. Avoiding puddles of urine, he waited on them to finish before he grabbed the teens by their collars and yanked them away, shoving them back into the living room. Rounding everyone up, he checked each room of the house to ensure no one had snuck away, and once he was sure they were all together, it was time to send them home.
Cody could hardly believe what he was watching. The french maid who now danced for him was none other than Julia herself. The same stuck up, tattletale, cock tease who had denied his feelings, who had constantly rejected him in favor of Jacob, who would never give him the love and attention she knew he needed. Now she was here, drunkenly, stupidly dancing for him.
“Alright, everyone, the party is over! You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here! So get your drunk asses out of my house!”
Julia suddenly stopped dancing, looking back to Carlos and starting to wonder if she too had to leave. Jacob was nowhere to be seen, and as the room spun and the alcohol continued working she couldn’t remember when last she saw him.
“Keep dancing,” said Cody, aware that she didn’t know who he was.
Hesitant, she looked around the room and wobbled, hoping to see Jacob passed out on the floor or standing and waving to her. “I gotta find my boyfriend first,” she mumbled, turning her back on him and walking into the kitchen.
A flare of anger struck Cody like a bolt of lightning. Standing and following her, Carlos stepped up and stopped him, letting Julia get far enough away before speaking.
“Don’t,” he said, trying to sound as submissive as possible, “Jacob is passed out in the bathroom and she’s drunk and horny. There’s no need to climax yet, it’s still early, right?”
Cody closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and nodding. “Yeah,” he shuddered, “I’ll only do it after I’ve had my fun.”
Carlos smiled, “Well let’s get started then.”
As the two men followed Julia into the kitchen, Cody stopped by the doorway and watched as Carlos approached her. She began asking where Jacob was, concerned for her boyfriend’s well being. It caused a boiling hatred within Cody’s stomach, but he suppressed it before walking over.
“Calm down, Julia, he’s fine.”
“Well where is he?”
“He got drunk and passed out, that’s all.”
“I wanna see him.”
Carlos rolled his eyes but finally agreed. Walking by Cody they turned and headed for the bathroom, stopping at the door so that she could see Jacob’s slumped, unconscious body. Releasing an audible sound of relief, she reached out as if she wanted to touch him, but was unwilling to walk through the bathroom’s urine covered floor.
With her standing and gawking at Jacob, Carlos stepped back and whispered into Cody’s ear. “Remember: smell drives her wild.”
With an understanding nod Cody left for the bedroom, shedding his clothes before finding a recliner to sit in. Spreading his legs, he lifted his balls and stroked his cock. He had never felt such a rush of euphoria before, even after all the crimes he had committed and the lives he had ruined, nothing had felt like this.
“Come on, I have a surprise for you,” Carlos’ voice could be heard coming up the hallway.
“Will I like it?”
“You’ll love it.”
As they crossed into the room Julia immediately understood what her surprise was. Giggling and excited, she twisted her costume until it eventually slipped free. Kicking it away, she was now wearing only her fishnet stockings and a black choke collar.
Crossing the room she quickly dropped to her knees, watching the masked man shudder as she reached for his cock. It was incredibly hard with a large vein crossing over the shaft, the head swollen purple and drooling a river of clear liquid. Below, his balls looked giant, great plum sized mounds that had been shaved completely smooth, now sticky with sweat.
“Oh wow,” Julia moaned, looking up at him as she squeezed between his legs, holding his dick with both hands to measure it’s size.
“Do you like it?” he asked, doubtful that in her drunken state she would recognize his cock.
“Oh fuck, I love it,” she moaned leaning forward and rubbing it across her face. Pushing the tip against her nose and teasing him, she wiped the smell of his cock onto her cheeks, biting her lip as he shivered from the contact.
“What’s your name, big boy?” Julia moaned, putting the dripping tip into her mouth.
” … Adrian,” he lied, knowing his real name could ruin everything.
“Well, Adrian,” she giggled, “I think you have the hottest cock,” she kissed the tip, “that I’ve ever used to cheat on my boyfriend with.”
Cody’s mouth hung open, his tongue dry as he reached for the back of her head. “Try these,” he moaned, pushing her face directly into his ballsack.
Lights sparkled in her vision as the sweat and stink flooded her nose. The overwhelming aroma sent jolts of pleasure directly into her pussy, and as her eyes rolled back and she pressed her nose into him harder, she could hear laughter before inhaling more of his pungent musk.
“Oh my god,” she growled, catching a breath before pushing her nose down and bucking her hips in desperation.
Cody allowed her to smell all she wanted, each giant snort making her hornier and weakening her inhibition, turning her into something else. Finally pulling her face away, he smiled and prepared to see just how deviant she could become.
“You turned on now?”
“Oh god yes,” she moaned, reaching for her pussy and twisting her hips.
“Do you like cheating on your boyfriend?”
“I love cheating on him, I love it.”
Reaching out, Cody held the side of her face while using his thumb to push her nose up, giving her a piggish look. Pulling her toward his nuts, she moaned and continued sniffing even as he degraded her.
“You’re a fuckin’ pig aren’t you?”
The stench of his musk had once again entered her mind, and as her body quivered and her pussy salivated, there was nothing she could do to fight her pleasure. “Yes,” she moaned, sticking her tongue out and lapping at his balls, “I’m a dirty piggy.”
Cody began to laugh, letting her go and reclining again. He could never have guessed that Jacob’s beloved girlfriend, the soulmate he never shut up about, would become such a stink loving whore. Confident that her mind was already lost in pleasure, he wanted to see how far he could push her.
“I hate your boyfriend,” he moaned, softly touching her hair as she pulled away from his balls and took a breath.
“You do?” she practically moaned, still uncontrollably horny.
“He shouldn’t have a girl like you.”
Julia giggled and began stroking his cock, jerking it off with both hands.
“I hope something bad happens to him,” Cody grinned.
Julia licked her lips, leaning forward and pressing his cock across her face. “Like what?”
“Something that kills him, that way I can have you all to myself.”
Shockingly Julia laughed, squeezing his cock tighter and leaning forward. “Couldn’t I just break up with him?” she giggled.
Cody released a breath of pleasure, the smile blow the mask growing even larger. “Nah, I’d be happier if he was just dead, wouldn’t you?” he chuckled, completely serious even if Julia didn’t know it.
She laughed back, lowering herself to sniff his balls again before answering. “That’s so mean,” she grinned, “he’s a really good boyfriend, he just doesn’t have a dick like yours.”
“I can be a good boyfriend too, plus you’ll have my cock everyday.”
Julia sniggered, “Are you trying to make me break up with him?”
“Is it working?”
Julia smirked, leaning forward again to kiss his cock. “Well … I guess that means I have options in case something does happen to him,” she joked.
Cody could hardly believe how easy it was to manipulate her. After the years of school and trying to win her over, after beating Jacob’s face in and hoping she’d dump him for being weak, even after nearly killing her boyfriend hadn’t worked, it seemed crazy that all she needed was the stink of his ballsack.
“Why don’t we go see him right now.”
Julia moved away and let him stand up, his cock bouncing hypnotically in her face. “What for?” she asked, now fingering her pussy as she stood and put her arm around his.
“I need to piss, and I want you to help me.”
“It’s about time,” Cody said disdainfully, staring at Jacob as he was pushed into the bedroom.
Jay wasn’t sure what to make of the scene he had walked in on. The man with the skull mask was standing in the center of the room, his legs spread apart as a woman sat on her knees below him, her face buried under his balls. Still shaken from such a rough wake up call, it took a moment before he realized who he was seeing.
“Julia!” he shouted, starting to walk over when Carlos stopped him, grabbing his shoulder to hold him in place.
“It’s alright,” Cody grinned, “he can join her.”
“On your knees,” Carlos whispered, pushing him forward.
Following the instructions, and beginning to feel like he was kidnapped, Jacob approached the threatening looking man before crouching and getting onto his knees.
Julia had just taken a breath when she noticed Jay sitting beside her, and with a squeal she turned and embraced him, squeezing him tightly before pulling back and kissing him deeply. With her tongue in his mouth he could taste whoever the skull man was, the salty musk now making him light headed.
“Baby, this is Adrian,” she smirked, reaching out to stroke his cock as he looked down on them, “we’ve been fooling around since you passed out.”
Jacob could almost feel a sense of dread coming from the man, as if he was impending doom itself. He was sure Julia didn’t feel the same way, not with how happy she was sucking his balls. Still, the man had a fearsome presence, something far different from John or Carlos.
“Hi, Adrian,” Jacob said meekly.
“How have you been, Jacob? Doing badly I hope,” Cody grinned, causing Julia to giggle.
Slapping his thigh Julia snickered, “He’s just joking around, honey,” she smirked.
“So you’re a cuckold,” he said, changing his footing and moving closer to them. Julia and Jacob were now shoulder to shoulder, and as he lowered his cock, Julia happily suckled the head only a foot from her boyfriend’s face.
” … Yeah-”
Julia pinched him.
“Ow! Uh, Y-Yeah, Yes … Yes, Sir.”
Cody broke into laughter, throwing his head back in utter disbelief. All he had ever wanted was Julia, but now he had more, he had her stuck up boyfriend down on his knees and calling him sir. It was more than he ever expected from the night, and he knew it would only get better.
“How does it make you feel,” Cody moaned, pulling his cock from her mouth, “to see her with me?”
Jacob swallowed. The truth had become blurred to him now; on the one hand, he loved everything about it, nothing had made his cock harder, that is before the cock cage. On the other hand, a new fear had taken place in his heart, the overwhelming terror that Julia might stop loving him, that all of their years together would be lost simply because he couldn’t please her.
Regardless of his internal struggle, he knew the answer Adrian wanted, “I love it … thank you for helping her cheat on me.”
The lips below the mask spread apart into a giant smile, the white teeth contrasting with the plastic skull. Squatting, Cody got onto his knees with them, smiling as he moved Julia. “Don’t lie to me, Jacob,” he said, reaching and cradling Julia’s face in his hands, “It hurts you inside, doesn’t it?”
Julia tried to turn and see her boyfriend’s face, but Cody wouldn’t allow her.
“It kills you a little, each time you see her lose control and forget about you. Knowing that while she’s with another guy, she’s not with you, and that if it happens enough, she won’t even notice when you disappear.”
Jacob’s heart was racing. He had no words for how Adrian just made him feel, but he didn’t need to speak, the terror in his eyes said enough.
“Watch closely, cuckold,” Cody smiled, “watch her forget about you.”
Pulling her towards him, Julia moaned as their lips met. Breathing heavily and kissing directly in his face, Jay could feel what Adrian meant. There was a pain in his chest, an ache, a fear and an understanding that he had just lost his girlfriend, if only for a few moments.
The two continued to kiss, making no effort to hide their tongues as they licked, flicked and moaned. It was several moments later when Cody had his fill, pulling away and allowing Julia to lean forward, kissing and licking his neck.
Cody turned and looked Jacob in the eyes, seeing the fear and humiliation he had waited on for so long. But he wasn’t finished, he wanted more, he needed Jacob to cry, to truly have real heartbreak. That’s when he had an idea.
Pulling Julia away, he instructed her to sit on Jacob’s lap and get ready for something new. She happily agreed, but as she moved to sit on him, she noticed his cock was bound in a plastic cage.
“What’s this?” she laughed, reaching down and yanking at it.
Jacob whimpered and nearly shouted, his penis desperate to swell while being completely denied. Looking closer, she could see the tip had begun dripping pre-cum, even locked up as it was.
“Pervert,” she teased, ruffling his hair before sitting on his lap.
Jacob was officially in hell. There was nothing he wanted more than Julia sitting on his cock, but with the dick cage in place, he felt the sense of arousal while unable to enjoy it. It was an itch he couldn’t scratch, and it was starting to drive him crazy.
Turning around, Cody backed his ass into them as he laughed. “If smelling my balls got you this fucked up, I wonder what this will do.” Reaching back, Cody grabbed her by the hair, lining himself up before shoving her shocked face into the sweaty crack of his ass.
Julia’s nose hit the bullseye, scrunching up against the nasty puckered hole of Cody’s ass. The squeeze of his cheeks closed around her face, and as she inhaled the rich, rotten odor, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The orgasm she had been teasing with her fingers was now released, causing all the muscles in her body to seize up at once as she pushed harder into his rump. Her breathing became quicker, and with each snort she pulled more and more of the putrid, earthy fragrance into her body.
Jacob’s face was practically beside Julia’s and although he couldn’t see her expression, it was painfully obvious that she loved it. With her hands spreading Cody’s cheeks apart, allowing her nose to smush harder into his anus, Jacob reached around her waist, sliding his fingers into his fiancee’s fiery hot love hole.
Cody was in heaven, unable to control his laughter as Julia devolved into nothing more than his personal toilet. Looking back at Jacob, Cody couldn’t contain his happiness, and even with Julia able to hear them, he let his feelings be known.
“Fuck you, Jacob,” he moaned, “you worthless piece of cuckold shit. I could fucking kill you right now, right in front of your girlfriend, and she wouldn’t even care.”
All Jay could do was whimper, starting to grasp that he was completely at the mercy of this crazy man. The only thing he could do was continue fingering his girlfriend, feeling her pussy tighten each time Adrian mentioned killing him.
“Not even your parents would miss you,” Cody said, finishing his rant before pushing Julia back and turning around, stroking his cock in both their faces.
Jacob was now terrified. Looking to Julia, he found her nearly comatose, her eyes staring at the ceiling while her hips bucked for stimulation. Her mouth was still open, tongue hanging out and flicking against the air. Worst of all, Jacob could see a brown stain on the end of her nose, giving her a non-stop supply of stink.
Grunting and moaning, Cody stepped over them and readied to fire his load. Leaning down, he used an open palm and began slapping them both. Jacob whimpered as he was hit, but Julia’s pussy only clenched harder around his fingers.
“Tell Julia you love her,” he commanded.
“I-I love you, Julia,” he squeaked.
“Now say: please don’t kill me, Adrian.”
Jacob felt like he might piss himself at any moment, horrified by what the stranger wanted him to do. Getting another slap, Cody repeated his command, this time louder and angrier.
“Say it, Jacob!”
“Please don’t kill me! Please! Please!”
Cody closed his eyes and roared as his orgasm arrived, erupting across Jacob and Julia’s faces. Jay had also shut his eyes, now visibly shaking as cum sprayed across his girlfriend’s blank expression as well as her tits and stomach. Jacob had received nearly as much, the strings of white slime drooling down his chest and lips.
Hugging Julia tightly, he couldn’t understand how the night ended up this way. He just wanted to spend time with his girlfriend and enjoy the weekend, and now he was being cucked by a mad man, someone who had refused to let him leave and practically kidnapped him.
As Cody stepped back, he adjusted his mask to make sure it didn’t fall. When he did this, the sense of dread returned to Jacob in a massive, earth shattering wave. Now he understood why Adrian wore the mask. Like he had seen before in the movies, a killer always hid their face, it made sure no one could identify them.
As Cody looked down at the sperm he had released, he began laughing at Jacob’s terrified, ‘I-shit-my-pants’ expression. It made him feel good, great, better than he had ever felt since that night at the prom.
Then, as he admired his work, Carlos crossed the room and stood beside him.
“Ready to finish it?” he asked.
Jacob squeezed Julia tighter, no longer fingering her, he began to shake her, hoping to bring her back from the pleasure coma that Adrian had put her in.
Cody sighed, a content smile on his face. “I can’t believe how quickly I blew my load. I had so much more planned for tonight.”
Carlos only looked half amused.
Jacob could feel the tension. There was a choice about to be made, a coin flip, and he wasn’t even sure what the stakes were. Looking into Cody’s eyes, he said the only thing he could think.
“Please don’t kill me,” he whispered.
Carlos and Cody broke into laughter, as if Jacob had completely misread the situation. But as their laughter faded, the two men looked at each other, still unsure.
Finally, Cody spoke.
“This was so much fun,” he told Carlos, “and there’s still so much I can do.”
“So what’s the plan?”
Cody rubbed his chin, the skull mask still staring at Jacob.
“Get rid of him. Julia stays with me.”
Jacob’s heart stopped. “No! No please!” he cried, struggling to do something, anything, but with Julia still too drunk and in a world of pleasure she was limp against his shaking.
Pulling them apart, Carlos shoved Jacob toward the door as Cody lifted Julia and carried her to the bed. Looking back, he got one last glimpse of Adrian as he waved and the door slammed shut.
With her mind broken from the overwhelming stench, she could feel Adrian’s fingers begin to invade, sending her waves of radiating pleasure. The sounds of the world were muffled, but somewhere in the distance, behind walls, she could hear Jacob’s voice crying out, screaming her name at the top of his lungs.
Things were hazy, but as Jacob’s voice began pulling her back, she felt Adrian sit on her face, shutting out his screams and making her forget everything else.
This is not the end. Julia’s Descent will continue. 😉