Saturday, 15 July 2017

How Would You React - Drowning in Passion

Warning - this blog contains written and visual content of a 'gay' nature.




Your holiday in the Caribbean had been one of a complete conversion from happy husband to that of complete cuckold. Your conversion had been both swift and absolute; so much so that you were now kneeling at your Wife's feet, collared on a lead being held by your Wife's Black Lover. You were naked except for your cuckold's antlers, your little penis restraint, and the stocking hold ups that now encased your slim and pretty lady-like legs. 

You should have been totally shamed by your humiliation but you were not; on that warm beach that night you felt a part of something greater than yourself, especially that now your Wife, who you now call Mistress, and her Lover, who you now refer to as Master, had now decided to make love without any birth control. This life changing decision had been made without reference to you but, just in case you were in any doubt, her 'pills' now hung around your neck in a small glass phial.

In the few days that you had been at the resort (Mandingo Palms) you had learnt to pleasure Mistress with your tongue after Master's seed had erupted in her in their love sessions. You had willingly become a slave to them both and had 'mastered' the art of intimately pleasuring your Wife's Lover - any previous limits to your sexuality had now been removed.

The story so far can be accessed at [How Would You React - All the Chapters]

It was a wonderful evening with Master, Mistress on that warm and lovely exotic beach. Being led around by your Master like a pet was a surprisingly erotic act of humility and subservience, especially as everybody at that beach party knew that you were now the property of the handsome and strong Black Man who had hold of the lead.

Other Masters, with their own pets, inspected you and commented approvingly on how much of a sissy you were and listened in appreciation to Master's recounting of just how you had showed your devotion to his manliness. They were especially interested in how you had 'tea bagged' Master's big heavy balls and then went exploring his anal sphincter with your tongue. 

Some of the more shy cuckolds physically blanched at the idea and looked worried that they might be called upon to emulate your tender 'man to man' pleasures. But you didn't care, because you were the top cuckold now that the 'second year' cucks were tucked up in bed with their gay Black Lovers, and that you were the proud wearer of the cuckold's antlers - they were your badge of honour.

"Hey! Sweet Cheeks!" It was MC. He had mingled with the crowd for a while, joking and laughing with Wives, Masters and cuckolds alike after presenting you with your 'cucky pendant'. He was now standing over you with that same kindly, but amused smile, "I'm going to need your antlers back. There's a new guy gonna graduate tomorrow."

You felt deflated! Your cucky's horns were going to be put on someone elses head. You felt the tears forming at the corner of your eyes. "Yes Master," you stuttered, "anything for you."

"For the cause Sweet Cheeks. For the cause!" He repeated. 'What cause?' you thought, as you bent your head for MC to remove the headgear.

"Come on little puppy," said Mistress fondly, "get up now. It's time for bed!"

You stood up, still partially naked with the orange glow of the fire glinting off your little plastic restraint, and after saying your 'goodnights' you were led by Master tugging gently on the lead back to your hotel room.

"Get undressed Sweet Cheeks and stay by the bed," said Master, "You may watch for a little while my Woman and me make out. But I am going to need your body later." You didn't know what he meant by that but, like the subservient sissy you are, you obeyed without question.


Mistress and Master started to kiss and explore each others body, and it wasn't lost on you just how expertly they found the best ways to increase each others passion. Kneeling before Master, your Wife took his large dark member into her pretty red mouth and you marvelled at how efficiently she brought that beautiful brown organ erect, hard and ready. They were ready for their love making - but this time you knew that it was more than that, they were mating for a real and, for you, a deeply humiliating purpose.

"Lay face down across the bed Sweet Cheeks. Half way down. I want my Woman's arse resting on yours." You stared at Master with incomprehension. "Now Sweet Cheeks!"

You threw yourself onto the bed just in time for Mistress to place her own delightful little arse on yours and then open her legs wide for Master. "We are both yours now Master," she managed to whisper just before his hard brown cock, still slick from her mouth, slid effortlessly deep into her lovely young body.



"We are both yours now Master."


You felt his weight bear down on her as he pushed in and then relieve as he pulled back. In again and out again he moved his big rod in your Wife as you lay face down feeling their mating through the cheeks of your arse and the small of your back. 

You knew the reason Master had put you in this position, and it had little to do with your sexual involvement. You were being used as a cushion to raise Mistress's lower body so Master could achieve deeper penetration. And, you realised, that this would give Master's spermatozoa an easier 'swim'. You were being humiliated by the better man using you to assist in the 'knocking up' of your Wife and, not for the first time that night, your little 'cucky cage' felt tighter on your penis.

As you lay underneath the Lovers, you could tell instinctively when Master was nearing the 'point of no return' as your whole body was bouncing on the springs and your head was being made to flop up and down like a toy dog in the back of a car. Your Wife's screams and Master's grunts signalled the eruption of his seed, so it was no surprise when the bumping stopped and Master roared like a lion. His potent seed was flooding into her fecund and receptive young body. 

'Was that the moment he impregnated my Wife?' You thought to yourself, 'or will it be another yet to come. (pun intended).'

Master pulled slowly out of your Wife and allowed his sticky manhood to fall onto the side of your hip, "Stay just there Sweet Cheeks," he said through his heavy breathing, "We want all that seed of mine to stay in my Lady."

"Yes Master!" You replied, "And do you need any of my special services?"

"In a minute cuck boy! Let me get my breath back, then you can do that 'resurrection' thing of yours.

You knew what he meant and your sense of anticipation rose, as his excitement dissipated - shrinking his manhood from huge down to very big only. Master got off the bed and moved around and lay on the bed next to Mistress and started to kiss her in the gentle post-coital way that you were now very familiar with.

After approximately five minutes Master raised his head from kissing your Wife's lips and quietly reminded you of your duties, "That should do it for now Sweet Cheeks. Now let's get our thing going again."

On hearing this, Mistress raised her bottom up and allowed you to roll over on your back and escape from your subservient position as 'Pillow Cuck'. "Are you ready for me Master?" you asked, already knowing the answer to the question.

He didn't reply, but got off the bed and stood over your face. And like the cuckold sissy that you are, you obediently opened your mouth ready for him to spread his legs and lower his manly dark manhood inside. You were back where you had wanted to be - supine, submissive and willing to be used by the man you now understand as your 'Master' in all things.



supine, submissive and willing to be used.

You knew what was needed from you as a sissy cuckold and immediately went to work with your tongue on the large glans that now rested gently in your throat. You could smell and taste the dry semen caked on his big weapon but still felt honoured that a real man such as he would entrust the symbol of his manliness to you.

As your tongue and your fingers worked their magic you could feel his cock thicken, strengthen and fill out so much so, that it started to become erect again. It popped out of your mouth because of this and you sufficed with licking its underside, stroking it gently and then using your recently acquired 'tea bagging' skills. Master clearly enjoyed the intimate sensations you were providing and before long, his member was an erect rod and, just like before, it was time to roll back to your 'Pillow Cuck' position.

The thrusting recommenced once more and it was clear to you that this was going to be a long and exhausting night. And so it proved; he had her again and then you revived him again - and then again, again and so on. By the time the three of you went to sleep your Wife was so full of Master's seed that it had flowed out of her and down the crack of your arse, covered your balls in semen and filled your little plastic restraint. But you didn't care about the wet sticky feeling, you were so tired that you slept at their feet, curled up like a dog.

It was Master's big toe that was partially stuck up your nose that woke you. The smell of strenuous and sloppy sex filled the room and you suddenly felt an inner urge to be alone and to have a quiet swim. Feeling around in the dark, you rummaged through the drawer of the dresser for your swimming trunks and slipped them on. 

It was just about dawn as you let yourself out of the hotel room out onto the walkway down to the pool and the beach. On bare feet you skipped happily down the path and said good morning to the guy cleaning the pool, without noticing his amused look as you carried on down to the sandy area where the party had been the previous night.

"Hey Sweet Cheeks! What are you doing with your Wife's panties on." It was your friend Ken sat on the sand between the legs of the man he had gone off with the night before. "Er don't answer that. I think I know."

He was naked. He was leaning back against his equally naked Black Gay Lover enjoying the warmth of the sun that was just rising over the grey sea. He looked happy - contented even. You on the other hand looked down at your 'swimming trunks' and felt anything but contentment. 

It had been dark in the room and they had felt like your trunks as you put them on, and such had been your hurry to get out into the morning air that you hadn't checked before the door had shut. And your error was now being stared at and pointed at by Ken, his Black Lover and the other gay men that had assembled on that beach.




"I was just going for a swim," you said weakly, "and I must have put these on by mistake. I didn't mean to ..." Such was your mortification you couldn't speak.

You trailed off trying to explain yourself because a crowd was forming around you. "There's no need to explain anything to us Sweet Cheeks," Ken remarked, "believe me when I tell you that you are among friends here."

Gradually you calmed down as the 'boys' both white and black came over to say hello and chat. No one touched you or made a pass at you and you started to feel at home with them. "What the hell should I do about these panties?" You asked out loud to no one in particular - without answer.

"You got any cream on your back Sweet Cheeks? Cos when that sun comes up it gets damn hot here." It was Ken's Lover, who had stood up and was looking your body over, "and your 'sweet cheeks' will be red cheeks pretty damn quick if you haven't."

"I didn't think Master," you replied both horrified and grateful at the same time. 'What the fuck do I do now?'

"I've got some here," he said as if in answer to your thoughts, "now drop those pretty drawers of yours and I'll oil you up."

Without hesitation, you did as you were told by the big man and as the dark lace fluttered down to the sandy beach, you felt his big hands on your back massaging the aromatic lotion into your skin. He turned you around and manipulated the unguent onto your chest, around your little penis restraint, on your little balls and then down your legs and onto your feet. Turning you back around he gently rubbed the fluid over the round orbs of your arse and then down the crack to pause momentarily over your sphincter and ease just the soft tip of his middle finger gently against your opening. You realised that he was groping you as well as helping you, but you didn't mind, such was your immersion into the world of total cuckoldry. You now fully understood that you were an object of pleasure to be used. 

He playfully slapped your arse and said, "Pick up your knickers pretty boy and go for your swim. We're here every morning if you want to do this again."

You thought that it would be a good arrangement so shouted, "I shall Master," as you pulled up your Wife's panties and ran off up the path towards the lagoon a quarter of a mile up the beach.

The lagoon was a haven of clear blue water that was warmer than the sea but was, nevertheless refreshed regularly by the tides. It was also the first place that you had witnessed Master's big black rod enter your Wife. In your mind it was a perfect place to swim.

In your mind it was the perfect place to swim.
  You removed your collar, making sure to smooth some of the suntan oil over where the collar had been, and then dropped the black lacy panties down onto the water's edge. You entered the water and struck out with your best breast stroke towards the head of the lagoon where it meets the open sea.

You relished the warm water on your body and the activity of propelling yourself through the gentle ripples. Swimming naked was an erotic sensation and you could feel the salt water coursing delightfully over your tiny penis and through your plastic penis restraint. You were alone, in a little world of your own - and in heaven!

You were in heaven, that is, until you suddenly felt a strong movement of the water on your body. You looked up and to your horror you were no longer in the lagoon but in the open sea. Your alarm grew as you saw the red flag on the sand spit at the neck of the lagoon move slowly past you as you struggled to return to the safety of the calmer waters inside. But you could not, you were being swept up the far end of the beach by the strong tidal current, and beyond that was the open Caribbean Ocean.

You were close to panic as the beautiful yellow beach passed your view and you could see the rough waters of the sea just a few yards beyond. 'I'm going to die here.' you thought as your panic turned to fear and alarm. As hard as you struggled you could not make headway against the strong surge of water and that was the moment you started to scream in terror.

Your terror turned to dread as you felt a warm feeler wrap itself around your throat and a warm body hold you tightly from behind. "An octopus! I'm going to be drowned and then eaten by a big octopus." you screamed. You started to struggle as the strong tentacle maintained its grip on you and another seemed to be searching around the top of your thighs. The eight legged cephalapod then started to propel you in another direction away from the open sea. Your struggles and your screams increased with your terror so much so that you nearly didn't hear the 'octopus' speak.

"Stop struggling Sweet Cheeks. I'm not a fucking octopus."

You turned your head to look - it was Master MC. The huge Black Man who had given you the phial of your Wife's birth pills the night before. "Oh thank you Master how can I ....."

"Don't waste energy cucky boy. We're not on the beach yet."

His words were stern and he had a thunderous look on his face but he was clearly a strong swimmer and he brought you back to the beach in less than five minutes. As you both staggered out of the water onto the beach you could see that Master MC was naked just as you were. 'Hence the other 'tentacle,' you thought.

"Didn't you see the red flag Sweet Cheeks?" he asked angrily when his breath had returned.

"Only when I was out in the open water. I knew then alright Master!"

His angry looked dissipated at your use of the word 'Master' and he started to smile as he looked at you, "You like to swim 'au naturel' too eh!"

"I think so Master," you replied, "but this is my first time. I thought it would be okay at this early hour."

"It certainly is. Why don't we go back to the lagoon and do just that."

Together you walked across the sand spit past the red flag that Master pointed out to you with an ironic flourish and walked together into the warm waters of the lagoon. And you swam together just chatting and getting on like two friends should, but you knew that you owed this big Black Man, who was no longer so scary, an enormous debt.

"I owe you my life Master," you said as the two of you walked knee deep out of the water when returning to the beach, "and I wish to repay you."

"You owe me nothing Sweet Cheeks. I own this hotel so saving you is 'on the house' so to speak. Besides, what would you have that I could possibly want."

"I'm a sissy cuckold Master," you replied, "and I came up here this morning in my Wife's lace panties so, as you might imagine, I have certain skills that I want to use to show my thanks."

He looked at you understanding the implications of what you were suggesting, his eyes alive with interest, "No thanks necessary Sweet Cheeks."

"Then can I show you my devotion to you please Master?" you asked.


So you owe this Black Man your life and want to show him just how much you appreciate his bravery. It is clear that Master MC feels that he shouldn't ask for recompense but it is being offered. 

What should 'MC' say? Should he accept the offer and if so, how would you react?

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