Stories by Wayne C. Rogers

Cuckold Story: Making of a Submissive Husband, part 3

I could hear Gerry grunting loudly and passionately, and I knew that Tony was fucking her with that special kind of magic he seemed to possess. This guy exuded testosterone in ways that reached out to the entire female species. Women were drawn to him like ducks to water. The sounds of him and Gerry having sex brought images to my mind. I could mentally see them on the bed, fucking like newlyweds. My wife would have her beautiful legs pulled back to the sides of her head so that Tony could enter her as deeply as possible, driving his cock repeatedly into the wet folds of flesh that gripped him so tenderly.

Trying to shift my mind from the activities in the bedroom, I turned carefully around and assessed my unusual situation.

It wasn’t good.

The fantasy of a breath game had seemed like such a great idea when I’d first read about it in two of Larry Brooks’ novels, Darkness Bound and Serpent’s Dance. The thought of it, especially with the element of danger involved, had created an inferno of raging heat inside of me. Even my wife had been excited by the idea. She was always interested in different ways to spice up our sex life, and this was an area that we’d never explored.

Unfortunately, the reality of being hanged left a lot to be desired. What I was experiencing had now reached the point where it was no longer fun. True, hearing the sounds of my wife and her lover fucking was a big turn-on, but the cramps in my legs were causing me too much pain. I was also having trouble breathing, and I was experiencing rope burn around my neck. I didn’t know how much longer I’d be able to stand without strangling to death. I tried to lower my heels a little to ease the pressure on my ankles, but the rope wouldn’t allow me any lack. Even my jaw was starting to cramp from having the ball gag stuffed inside my mouth for nearly an hour.

If only my hands hadn’t been cuffed behind my back, but then there’d be no risk involved. Everything seemed to have a drawback of some kind. I continued to breathe slowly through my nose and to stand painfully on the balls of my feet, praying that I would survive this horrendous ordeal.

The minutes continued to pass.

I don’t know how long it was before I suddenly heard Tony grunting loudly with heavy excursion and realized that he was ejaculating inside my wife, filling her once again with his copious amounts of semen. Thank God she’d had her tubes tied. Tony had told her on their first date that he’d already impregnated two other married women and that each one had begged to have his child. I don’t know if the story was true, but I was relieved that I didn’t have to worry about raising another man’s baby at this stage of my life.

In time the sounds of Gerry and her lover talking to each other gradually drifted back into the closet. I was surprised that she hadn’t checked on me after Tony’s orgasm. I felt as if I was on the verge of passing out, and I knew if I allowed that to happen, I’d die within minutes. It was then that the closet door unexpectedly opened and my wife stepped into the light, staring at me with what appeared to be sincere interest. She still had on the black thigh-high stockings and stiletto-heeled shoes.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

I mumbled something through the ball gag.

“Was that a yes or a no, darling?”

I shook my head wildly from side to side.

Gerry walked into the closet so that she could see me better. “Your legs are shaking,” she said. “Would you like me to let you down?”

I nodded.

She walked over to me and took hold of my hard cock, squeezing it until I groaned from the pain. I then felt her press up against me and kiss the sides of my face as if I was her lover, instead of a slave.

“Maybe I should let you hang here for the rest of the night,” she whispered into my ear. “Would you like that?”

I shook my head.

“The rope’s so tight,” Gerry said, running her fingers around the hangman’s noose. “It’s a wonder you can breathe at all. If I let you down, you’re going to have to submit to Tony. You know what that means, don’t you?”

I shook my head angrily and muttered incomprehensible sounds.

“You don’t have a choice in the matter,” she said, “unless you want to hang here in the closet all night.”

There it was.

The cat was out of the bag, and I understood why my wife had been so eager for us to play the breath game. She’d mentioned a few days ago that she was thinking about having me suck Tony’s cock for the fun of it. I had quickly killed that idea, letting her know that it was never going to happen.

Even a slave had to have his limitations.

Gerry hadn’t liked my remark, but rather than confronting me about it, she’d waited patiently for tonight so that she could teach me how the game was really played. Now, here I was in a position where I’d do anything not to strangle to death. My wife had won by simply allowing me to put the noose around my own neck like a stupid fool.

Letting go of my erection, she reached even lower and grabbed my swollen testicles, squeezing them as if they were a pair of ripe plums ready to burst. A muffled scream erupted from behind the ball gag and tears began to run down my cheeks.

“You will suck Tony’s cock for me, won’t you?”

I nodded my head.

“And you’ll swallow everything he gives you?”

Yes, I nodded.

“You’re such a good slave.”

Gerry unbuckled the strap and removed the ball gag from my mouth. I took several long breaths, trying not to think about the next stage of the game. I was caught off guard when my wife unexpectedly kissed me on the lips, her tongue probing and searching, delighting in my obvious desire for her. I was like a starved man who hasn’t eaten in two weeks. I desperately wanted her in all the ways a man truly desires a woman, knowing that it wouldn’t happen tonight. Another man would savor that pleasure. I had to be satisfied with her hand on my cock and her tongue in my mouth. The kiss lasted a minute—maybe longer. I could tell how excited she was at having won the game once again, proving to me that she was the one in control. Each time she succeeded in humiliating me, her body seemed to fill with this incredible energy and fucking was the only outlet for it. .

Pulling away from me, she got the footstool and sat it down on the floor in front of my feet. “I think it’s best if I leave the handcuffs on you,” Gerry said as she helped me step up onto the stool. “I don’t want you to have second thoughts once the noose is removed from around your neck.” She then stood up on her toes and loosened the rope enough to where I could slip my head from out of the noose.

I let out an apparent sigh of relief and stepped hesitantly down to the floor. My legs could barely support my weight. The cramps had taken their toll on me. I wanted to collapse right there and to sleep for a solid twenty-four hours. Instead, Gerry led me quietly out of the closet and into the bedroom where her lover was waiting.

Submissive Husband story, part 4