The man was bent over the end of the king-size bed, his forearms bound together behind him and a bar spreading his ankles. A thick pillow was beneath his chest, so that he could watch as my Bull manhandled his wife. I had agreed to leave the gag out of his mouth, as long as he didn't make too much noise or protest anything done to her. I was sure that he would be making an excessive amount of noise, but knew that the two of them would find a creative way to silence him.
I slowly lifted the red satin from his pale ass cheeks, exposed nicely by the crotchless hose. His scrotum hung between his spread thighs, his cock nestled against the velvet comforter. I let my fingers trace lightly across his exposed flesh, over the twin curves of his ass and down to his inner thighs. Back up to cup his wrinkled sack before wrapping my hand around his cock. It began to grow firm in my palm. I laughed and smacked one ass cheek, pulling a little whimper from him.
"I want you to watch carefully as my Bull plows your wifey's cunt," I told him. "You might learn something."
I could feel him trembling slightly beneath my touch as I continued to tease him. He tensed when my fingers brushed his puckered hole. A nice, tight virgin ass, ready to be stretched and abused. I was wet with anticipation. I used a generous squirt of lube and pushed the small plug through the little ring with very little effort. He moaned softly as an object entered his ass for the first time.
The heavy leather belt would be too much for him at this point, so I chose a narrow leather paddle known as a 'pig slapper'. How appropriate I thought as I pulled the smooth surface across his ass, letting him feel what was about to be used on him. I planned to make him squeal like a little piggy this night. I like the slapper because the sound is more intense than the actual blow. Fear and pain is an aphrodisiac to me. The more they feel, the more turned on I am.
I began slowly, striking the tender area between ass cheek and thigh, loving the way he flinched with each loud crack of leather. My Bull had the man's wife on her back with her knees near her ears, her cunt spread wide so that he could watch the big cock penetrating her wet slit. She was loving it and let her hubby know with her loud moans. I struck him a bit harder, directly on one rounded cheek, pulling a little whimper from him. I alternated between cheeks, hips and thighs, increasing the intensity as his flesh began to get pink and warm.
As his wife began to buck and convulse through another orgasm, I made him cry out louder with each fall of the paddle. Occasionally I would pause to run my hand over his skin, feeling the growing heat and checking for any swelling. Good so far, so I hit him harder. He was wriggling and near tears as my Bull filled his wife's hole with hot cream. Now we would have a proper gag for his noisy mouth. Her cunt was red and puffy from the pounding He had given her, the gaping hole dripping thick strands of pale goo between the cheeks of her perky little ass.
When she turned to position her freshly fucked cunt in his face, he turned away. A good smack with the paddle brought him back into place. She loved making him eat another man's cum out of her dripping pussy. He screwed up his face, eyes closed and stuck out his tongue for his first taste. I smacked him hard across both cheeks.
"Look at that pussy when you lick it," I demanded. "See how His big cock stretched her hole? You could never hope to do that."
With encouragement from the blows falling on his ever-reddening flesh, he took a creamy blob onto his tongue and into his mouth. He seemed pleasantly surprised by the taste and began to lap her more enthusiastically. I reached down between his legs to feel his cock throbbing hard. The leather struck his thigh inches from his balls, and the little sack drew up as if running from the potential blow. I gave him one on the other thigh and saw a clear drop forming on the tip of his cock.
"Don't you dare cum without permission," I told him, increasing the strength of each swing until he began to whimper and moan loudly. I made eye contact with her, and she knew exactly what to do. With both hands on the blond wig, she pressed his face firmly to her cunt.
I beat him until he was squirming and squealing, his ass and thighs striped with red marks that I knew he would feel for a few days at least. When she had ridden his face through a third hip-bucking orgasm, I stopped to admire the heated flesh and caress him gently.
"Good girl," I praised as she rolled away.
