Humiliated Cuckold

Mike is humiliated live on 'Cuck Cam' as Tamika gets destroyed by Jason. Whipped, marked & fed cream pies, his world shatters when she says she loves Jason.

The living room was a shrine to Mike’s ruin. Tamika had turned it into a stage: ring lights blazing, three phone tripods live-streaming to her private “Cuck Cam” channel, a neon sign above the couch flashing “CUCKOLD IN PROGRESS”.
Mike knelt in the center, utterly humiliated and naked except for the gear. A micro-cage, so small his cockhead bulged through the slit like a trapped mushroom, had been on for 97 days. The spikes inside were dulled just enough to torment, not break skin. His wrists were cuffed to his ankles, elbows wrenched wide by a spreader bar. A pink dog bowl sat bolted to the floor, already half-full of his own pre-cum that Tamika had milked from him earlier with a wand on the cage. A glitter crown labeled “CUCK KING” sat crooked on his head. Across his chest in crimson lipstick: “JASON’S CUM DUMP”. On his ass, an arrow in Sharpie: “FREE HOLE”.

Tamika strutted in wearing only a diamond choker, six-inch stilettos, and a smirk sharp enough to cut glass. She carried a riding crop and the chastity key on a chain between her heavy, swaying tits.

“Look at this pathetic little-dick loser,” she sneered to the cameras, voice dripping venom. “Three months locked and he’s already drooling like a bitch in heat. Say hi to the girls, Mikey.”

She yanked the ball-gag from his mouth. Mike’s voice cracked. “H-hi, ladies…” This was never supposed to be for other people to know about, but one thing led to another and now the whole world knew Mike liked for his wife to fuck other guys, Jason in particular. At the same time, he was horniest when she was fucking him.

Tamika slapped his face. “Louder, cuck. Tell them what you are.”

“I’m… I’m your worthless cuckold bitch, Mistress Tamika.”

The chat exploded: “Make him bark like a dog!”

Tamika snapped her fingers. “Bark, you spineless worm.”

Mike barked, wet, desperate woof-woof-woofs that made his crown wobble. Tamika laughed, cruel and bright. “Pathetic. That’s what happens when you marry someone whose dick can’t get hard to satisfy his woman.”

Jason kicked the door open, shirtless, sweatpants slung low, nine thick inches already tenting the fabric. He took one look at Mike and snorted. Tamika handed Jason the crop. “Warm up my husband’s sorry ass, baby. He’s been a naughty little cheater.”

Jason cracked the crop across Mike’s cheeks, leaving a red welt. Mike yelped. He hated that Tamika gave him power over him. He only wanted to watch them fuck, not be humiliated by him, but he secretly started liking it more and more.

Tamika leaned in, breath hot against his ear. “Thank him, you sniveling cum-rag.”

“Th-thank you, sir, for whipping your cum dump…”

CRACK! Another stripe. “Louder, cuck. Let the stream hear how grateful you are to be Tamika and Jason’s bitch.” Mike’s voice broke. “Thank you, sir! For whipping your worthless cum dump!”

Tamika narrated for the chat: “See this? This is what happens when you encourage your goddess to fuck another man. Now he’s locked, marked, and begging to watch a real man stretch his wife.”

She bent over the couch—ass high, pussy already dripping. “Ruin me, Jason. Show this soft dick loser what a real cock does to a married cunt.”

Jason slammed in to the root. Tamika’s scream was feral. Her tits bounced free, nipples like bullets. Juices frothed around his shaft, splattering Mike’s face inches away.

Tamika locked eyes with her husband, makeup running. “Look at it, Mike. Look how deep he is. If I ever let you fuck me again, I won’t even feel it.” Jason pounded harder, hips snapping, balls slapping her clit. Tamika’s voice turned vicious. “Tell him, Jason. Tell my limp-dick husband how loose I am for you.”

Jason growled, “Your wife’s pussy’s gaping around me, cuck. Milking my dick like it’s starving for real meat.”

Tamika came hard, squirting over Jason’s balls, soaking Mike’s crown. “That’s it, baby—flood me. Give this cuck a cream pie to remember.”

Jason roared, buried deep, and unloaded—pulse after thick pulse. The overflow leaked in creamy rivers down Tamika’s thighs.

He pulled out with a wet schlorp. Tamika’s pussy gaped—red, ruined, a torrent of seed pouring out. She spun, grabbed Mike’s leash, and yanked his face between her legs.

“Time to eat, faggot.”

She squatted over the dog bowl. The first glob of Jason’s load dropped with a plop. Then another. She pushed, grunting theatrically. “Look at this, cuck. This is what a real man’s cum looks like. Thick, hot, and breeding your wife.”

The bowl filled, creamy, viscous, swimming with seed. Tamika stirred it with the crop handle, then set it under Mike’s chin. “Lap it up, you disgusting cum slut. No hands. Like the dog you are.”

Mike lowered his face. The chat went wild, gifs of dogs eating. His tongue scooped the warm, salty mess; he swallowed convulsively, gagging. He secretly loved eating cum, but he had to act like he didn’t or she wouldn’t make him do it anymore.

Tamika pressed her heel between his shoulder blades, forcing his nose into the bowl. “Deeper, cuck. Suck it like you want to suck Jason’s cock. Swallow every drop of the load that cucked you.”

When the bowl was spotless, she wiped the crop across his tongue. “Good little cleanup bitch. Now thank me for feeding you superior cum.” Mike’s voice was broken. “Thank you, Mistress… for feeding your worthless cuck Jason’s load, your perfect black pussy deserves his superior black dick…” Jason flipped Mike onto his back, legs spread wide. The spiked cage glinted with pre-cum and tears. Jason straddled Mike’s chest and pissed, a hot golden stream across the lipstick message, washing it into runny streaks.

Tamika filmed close-up. “Say it, Mike. Tell the stream what you are.”

Mike sobbed, “I’m Jason’s piss mop… and your cream-pie cleanup bitch…”

She added “Who’s pussy is this?”

Mike sobbed some more “It’s Jason’s pussy.”

She continued “What will you never be able to do again?”

Mike openly crying now “I will never be allowed to put my dick in your pussy or any other pussy ever again. When you do let me cum I will jerk off to Jason fucking you.”

She rewarded him with a single finger traced along the cage’s spikes, enough to make him scream, then locked the gag back in. Jason zipped up and looked at Mike. “Next week I’m bringing the homies. We’re going to make you beg us to stop destroying her pussy.”

Tamika blew a kiss to the camera. “Tips in the link, ladies. Highest donor will get a video of Mike begging Jason to let him suck his dick. The stream ended with Mike lapping stray drops from the floor, crown askew, the taste of cum and piss coating his throat, Tamika’s laughter echoing off screen.

When the camera’s went off and Jason left, Tamika led Mike to the bedroom. She kissed him passionately, “Thank you for letting Jason satisfy me.” as she unlocked and removed his cage. His dick sprang free. This was the ritual after their shows ended, Mike was allowed to use her pussy to cum, and even though she was loose, he always managed to cum.

She lay down in the bed, legs spread wide, pussy swollen, used and gaping “Come reclaim the pussy baby.” She purred as usual. Mike didn’t hesitate as he climbed on the bed and went down on her once again, this time with a fire that was building all night. She stayed in character for this part of the night. “That’s right baby, eat Jason’s cum out of me, get it all out so I don’t get pregnant.” Mike continued licking and sucking on her swollen pussy.

His dick was half hard now, hard enough to slip inside, he slid up her body until they were face to face. “Tamika I love you and I know you need his superior long thick black dick inside you. I’m sorry I have a little dick.” He pushed inside her up to his balls. Mike didn’t really have a small dick, but that was part of the role play and she indulged him. She felt it spread her, but she asked “Is it in yet? I can’t feel anything.” Her pussy throbbed with the sudden invasion of her husband’s thick cock.

Mike was hard and thrusting, trying to chase down the orgasm that was building all night. He just kept repeating “I’m sorry I have a small dick, thank you for letting me fuck you, Jason’s superior dick deserves to be inside you.” He could feel the difference in tightness and the wetness left behind by Jason and he loved the feeling. She was cumming and trying to be quiet, if she vocalized her orgasm, it would ruin the fantasy for Mike. She continued to play her part. “Hurry up or I’m not going to let you finish, you don’t really deserve to fuck my pussy anyway.” She whispered in hushed breathes between the waves of her orgasm. As she came, she thought, I really do love him, but I really do like getting fucked by other men too. The sloshing sound filled the room. Mike was fucking her with Jason’s cum as lubrication and he was pushing it further and further into her with each stroke.

He managed to whisper “I’m going to cum.” Tamika took her cue. “That’s right baby, reclaim your pussy, and take back what’s yours. Jason can use my pussy, but it will always be yours.” Mike whispered again “It’s so loose, I know you love his big dick and you probably love him too and that’s ok.” That last line caught her off guard and she hesitated but then admitted, “I do love him, I’ve loved him for a while now, but I would never leave you for him, I just want to keep fucking him.”

Mike was unprepared for that admission, but he came instantly. He pumped his seed into the familiar pussy as she whispered “Fill me up baby, give me your cum.” When Mike finished, he collapsed on the bed next to her and neither of them said anything for a few minutes. Mike’s head was swimming with the admission. I knew she loved him, but I never thought she’d admit it. What does this mean? Tamika’s own thoughts Shit, I can’t believe I told him that. Maybe I can play it off that it was part of the role play.

Minutes later, Tamika finally spoke “You know I don’t really love him, it was part of the moment.” Mike responded, “It wasn’t, I know you love him, I sensed it a while ago, I just didn’t say anything. Really, it’s ok, I expected it.” They were looking in each other’s eyes, neither of them saying anything for another minute or two when Tamika moved up his body and straddled his face. “Time to eat the cream pie from my pussy, maybe if you do a good job and maybe I’ll let you eat the nut directly from Jason’s dick soon. After all, if I love him, you have to love him too.” With that, she sank down and forced Mike to clean her pussy out, not giving him a chance to respond.

He had long finished cleaning her new cream pie, but her mind raced. She really did love Jason, but she absolutely wouldn’t leave Mike for him, she made that decision when she first realized she was falling for him. She would have to find a new guy to fuck that she didn’t have feelings for or it would get to awkward. She was almost positive tonight would be the last time she had sex with Jason, the risks were just too great to her relationship.

She fell to his side on the bed and draped her leg over his and put her head on his shoulder as they fell asleep without anything else being said.

The End