College Love Meets Cuckold Family Ch 12

She started to look me up and down again as I placed the last of the dishes in the dishwasher and started the cycle.

She hopped off the stool and picked up a bucket and a rag. "Here, fill these with water and soap and follow me."

I lowered my head and obediently listened suddenly made more aware that my apron was open in the back.

She led me over to the corner of the beautifully tiled kitchen. There was an equally beautifully tiled utility shower.

"Hand me the bucket," she asked and I complied. "Get in," she followed up curtly. I hesitated a bit. "Get in, now," she said without much of change in tone. I listened.

"On all fours," she ordered.

"Why...?" I asked nervously.

She looked at me a bit exasperated as if to ask, 'are we really going to do this?' Her look and my submission had me follow orders. I was on all fours and I faced away from her as I supposed she wanted. Her pause behind me made me nervous as hell. What the hell was going to happen?

She looked down on my on all fours with my bare ass facing her. "I love the thought hon," she said a bit playfully, "I really do. You are very sweet for offering yourself so soon after meeting, slutty, but sweet. But how am I supposed to hand this bucket to your fucking ass?"

I peered behind me. She was looking down with the soap bucket in her hand seemingly in an effort to hand it to me. "Oh...thanks..." I stammered.

She chuckled a bit, "I said 'all fours' not 'present me your hungry boy-pussy'."

I was ashamed at the confusion. "Mrs. Anderson is the kind of person who likes shit like this cleaned by hand," she stated. "I guess she has a thing about fucking mops."

I took the bucket and placed it down next to me. "So I uh... just have to the tile in here?" I asked indicating the utility shower.

"Yup," she answered, "Then you just have to do the tile in the kitchen. Then you just have to clean the downstairs bathroom. And then you just have to clean the other downstairs bathroom. Well you get the idea. I said that you should do the spa also since you made such a mess in there last night, but Mrs. Anderson says that it can wait. Something about, 'not overworking the poor boy'."

"Geeze," I said getting to my task. "Well, so what are you going to do? That other gir-"

"I'm supervising." Kat interrupted. "I heard about the trouble you get into when you are left alone. Yelling at girls, getting beat up by freshman, other little boy nonsense..."

The humiliation of my inadequacies getting around sure did help keep me in check. It also remarkably kept me hard.

"Don't get me wrong," Kat continued, "I have full faith that you can clean all of this by yourself without supervision. But someone has to show you the ropes of what rooms, where the cleaning supplies are, where the stuff goes and shit. Soon you will be all on your lonely. Think it as your afternoon routine."

"Fuck this..." I murmured.

"Fuck what?" she asked.

I sat up on my knees in my apron. "First some dude gets to fuck my girlfriend, then that fucking cage, now I'm doing chores," I almost growled. "Why the hell are they doing this to me?"

Kat was unfazed. "There's the fucking door," she said nodding her head with arms crossed.

She had called my bluff and I lowered my eyes to her gaze. "I can't do that..." I almost whined.

"Why the hell not?" she asked.

I had to think about my answer. "I can't leave Jenna," I supposed.

"Duh. Anything else?" she asked.

Again I had to think about the answer.

"Want to go back to frustrating relationships with frustrated girls?" she asked pointedly. "Yea, we talk, I heard all about your past," she answered my next question. "Want to bounce around from unsatisfied bimbo to unsatisfied bimbo?"

Her questions were unfortunately and remarkably applicable. "Let's not forget your habit of limp-dicking through life," she looked down at me on the ground still with my erection. "It looks like we've solved that problem too. Your little friend there has been attention since we met."

Her words cut, but they did have reason. I struggled to think of any kind of argument. "Sure, why don't you just walk out on the only girl who has offered to put up with your ineffectual bullshit? I'm sure the next girl will tolerate all that whining," She spoke in an even, and not mean-spirited way. She didn't have to to make her point. "Oh, did I mention that she's hot?" She paused for effect, "But like I said, there's the fucking door."

Kat was right, never getting to worship Jenna's body again was not an option. In fact, the next time I had the option I would dive head first into her perfect ass as some sort of repentance.

"But that guy," I whined again.

"Jake?" Kat said almost lighting up. "What about him?"

"Why the hell does he get to fuck her?"

"Cause he earned it you cuck," she said almost bored. "Don't like it? Challenge him."

Her proposition froze me solid. "I can't..." I said softly.

"Yea, no shit," she replied casually. Her curt reply sent a beta pulse to my mini-hardon. "That guy will hurt you," she said honestly. "He's actually pretty cool once you get to know him. I know you are new to this whole 'having a Bull' thing, but you could do a lot worse. He's only hard on you until you get trained. Then you will be as happy as a clam to have him."

"What? You know this guy too?"

She almost blushed a bit. "Let me put it this way," she said with that cute smile on the side of her mouth. "Do you see my face?"

"Yea," I answered.

"What do you think of it?" She asked.

She really was stunning. "I mean, you are very pretty. Crazy gorgeous actually," I answered honestly.

"Well there are very few, very few guys who I have begged to unload on my face," she said with all seriousness.

I paused a bit. "So uh, Jake...?"

"None of your fucking business." she said smiling. "Besides I'm pretty sure you were the one with him on your face last night!"

"That was different!" I cried.

She laughed it off, "Yea whatever. Well give it a week and you'll be begging for it."

"Yea right," I said defiantly. "I'm not gay."

"Honey, you will be whatever he says you will be," she said relaxing again. "Feel free to give him push-back. It will definitely make things more interesting. But, remember you had the opportunity to leave and you didn't." She was looking at her fingernails, "So the way I see it, you can either challenge him..."

"Or?"

"Or be the best fucking cuck you can be," she said matter-of-factly. "Now how about getting the fuck back to work so we can get this moving?"

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I took her words in as I went back to my task. As her rationale swirled in my brain, I tried to find fault. My past relationships had be disasters. Jenna had been very kind and patient with me and my life had improved greatly since meeting her. Her calm and strength were what I desperately needed.

Sexually, I had been a mess. Since we met however it had been the best intimacy and orgasms that I had ever had or given. My ability to please Jenna, although less and less frequently through intercourse, gave a real sense of accomplishment and pride. And as I washed the kitchen floor on all fours with this gorgeous Kat giving watch over me, my erections seemed to be as strong as ever. My sexual side definitely seemed to be adjusting to this new role in a hurry. I felt a calm and even strange sort of satisfaction down here that I had never known while trying to be 'the man'. I wasn't yet, convinced that I could do this, but the evidence was mounting that I was indeed a born beta, and a born beta-cuckold at that.

"I have to be honest," Kat spoke up standing behind me, "You clean those floors like a fucking pro."

And yet I hated that guy! He got to enjoy my Jenna! Why couldn't that be me? She had never looked at me the way that she looked at him. Why wasn't I able to pick her up and lower her onto my cock, impractical and maybe even physically impossible as it was? Could I challenge him? Maybe he was all talk? It might be worth it to try and get my Jenna back. Then, I would make HIM wear that damn cage.

"I see Jenna keeps you all smooth under there," she added. "That's cool. Every once in a while Mrs. Anderson brings in one of those guys with a laser for everyone. It hurts like a bitch, but it does the job. Saves plenty of time shaving, especially in those hard to reach places... Although like I said, it looks like you reached."

"Thanks I guess," I answered a bit distracted. "What's so great about that guy anyway?"

"Who?" Kat asked.

"You know, that guy," I asked sheepishly.

"Do you mean, your Bull Jake?" she asked mockingly.

"Uh, yea."

"Say it," she jostled.

"What?"

"Say it," she replied firmer.

"No," I replied.

"Oh, there's a little life in this firecracker," she mocked a little. "Well like I said, that should keep things interesting. Personally, I worry a bit for you, but we all have to learn the lessons that life gives us."

"So what's so great about him?" I asked again.

"Who?"

"My Bull Jake!" I exclaimed from the ground.

Kat chuckled. "Now was that so hard? It is an idea that you might want to get used to sooner rather than later," she moved her lips to the side as if in thought. "Well, you know that feeling when a guy, a really strong guy takes you into his arms and you know, not feel, know that nothing can harm you, that this guy would go to war and back to protect what's his and take on all comers big and small and crush them like a grape for any challenge to his authority? That when you are with him you are the envy of every other girl in the room? That his poise and control of a situation makes you feel like you are in good hands no matter the situation, your mood, or whatever life might throw at you?" She paused to give her side-smile, "Oh and on top of that they fuck like rock stars?'

She looked down at me on all fours with my pink apron and shaven nub. "Let's just say, some guys have it and some guys don't."

I didn't get the sense she was trying to be mean, but the effect was the same. I simply lowered my head and returned to the floor. "Oh hon, don't fret," she said rather playfully. "I bet he sucks at cuddling. And floors! I bet he really sucks at floors."

I had reached the far corner of the kitchen. "It's just," I almost whined. "So unfair."

"Yea, no shit," Kat said plainly. "The good news for you is, you get to move on to the bathroom."

I drained the water and got a fresh bucket as Kat beckoned for me to follow her. She was amazingly beautiful and her body was a nice sight also. I tried to imagine me taking that for my own, but I knew that I would never be able to keep up, much less satisfy her.

The bathroom was nice and fairly large. The tile was the same so it was natural for me to start in the far corner and just get right to it without her direction.

"You are a pro!" Kat half-mocked. "Why, I hardly need to be here."

"Well what if I did challenge him?" I tried to return to our previous topic.

"Oh hon," she said sympathetically. "I wouldn't if I were you."

"I feel I have to try," I half believed.

"I tried to be something I wasn't too once," she said biting her lip.

"Really? What?" I asked.

"None of your fucking business is what," she retorted. "The point is, the more you swim upstream the more nowhere you get. And on top of that it's exhausting."

I seemed to understand I guess. "Really hon, you do seem like a sweet, decent guy," she said sweetly. "Jenna is lucky to have you... as a cuck. I've seen plenty of guys who thought they were all that, and then once they settled into the lifestyle were happier, more relaxed and simply less assholeish. This trying to be a macho-man nonsense, just leave it to the guys who can handle it."

I still wasn't sure. She looked down at me. "I can see that you aren't convinced," she said understandingly. "That has me worried you might try something you aren't cut out for." She paused before saying, "Stand up."

"What?" I asked.

"Stand up, now," she commanded again.

I listened. "Put both of your hands on the towel rack," she directed. "Now arch you ass like a prom queen on Friday night."

I wasn't exactly sure what she meant, but I did my best to arch my back.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Now is the time for 'shhh'," she said standing to my side. "Open up," she said before lifting the front of my apron up and shoving it into my mouth. "This will help."

"Help with what?" I mumbled with my pink apron in my mouth.

She reached down into her back pocket produced what looked like a plastic cigar tube. She held it in front of me.

"You never did answer me," she looked at me purposefully. When she saw the half-blank half-terrified face looking back at her she paused before asking, "The biggest?"

I sort of half-nodded 'no'.

"Oh, you've never been penetrated have you?" she asked only somewhat surprised.

I half-nodded 'no' again.

"Not even Jenna?" she asked.

I replied in the same fashion.

"Well honestly I was afraid of that, somewhat shocked, but anyway..." she sort of trailed off on how to approach this with me.

"I'm worried about you," she said honestly looking into my eyes. "Your little bitch ass is too stubborn for your own good and you don't know when to quit," she spoke as if she was truly helping me. "Which tells me that you are gonna get yourself in way over your little head and straight into trouble. I won't be able to help you then, but I will be able to help you now."

With that she grabbed my small sac between her thumb and forefinger and gave it a tug. "This one is a trainer, it will make it so the next time, the real time, it won't be so fucking bad you want to cry," she paused for a second, "Although you probably will cry anyway, at least this will help."

She looked me right in the eye. "This is the smallest plug I have," she said. "You will wear it until tonight and then take it out before you sleep. If you think you can tolerate it tomorrow... well, you know what to do." She stuck her tongue out and licked the plug up and down while looking me in the face and with a lock grip on my balls. "Now remember what I said 'like a prom queen'," as she said this she sort of jostled my hips out even more. She then placed the wet tip right on my boy-pussy.

"Remember to breathe and relax," she said sweetly to me. "Whatever you do, try not to tense up." As she gripped my sac even tighter I could feel her enter me. At first it was a strange feeling. Then there was some slight pain. I could feel my ass tighten. She squeezed my sac even more, "Relax and take it..." she said into my ear as I could feel it slip deeper inside me as my boy-pussy relaxed. Soon she was fully in and the plug fell into place.

I let out a gasp. I felt somehow elated. It was like the relief after having gone through something terrible and coming out even better on the other end. My entire groin area was on fire, but a pleasant warm fire.

"Look down," she directed.

I looked down where she wanted and there was precum emanating from my tiny hardon. It was starting to run down a little so she maneuvered my balls to have it fall on them. After it did, she removed her hand and pulled the apron out of my mouth so it fell in front of me again. She then rubbed my dribble into the apron.

"Well here's some good news," she spoke casually. "It looks like you like it. You took that first step pretty well and your little guy seems to approve." She rubbed my bare ass with her hand. "The bad news is, you are stubborn and will probably get yourself into a position to take a lot more."

I was unsure of what she was talking about. "Kat..."

"Miss Kat now," she corrected.

"Right, Miss Kat what the hell are you talking about?" I asked.

She smacked me on the ass. "Hopefully nothing," she said smirking at me. She then moved in and got right into my face. "But whatever happens," her eyes lit up as she spoke, "I penetrated you first!"

She smacked my still stiffy and then walked toward the door. "I lied," she said playfully. "This is the last room for the day, you're done."

I looked at her incredulously. "Leave the bucket, let's go," she said walking out the door.

I quickly scurried after her. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"I am to drop you off at Jenna's room, which I guess is your room too," she said without missing a beat. I tried to catch up. She then looked at me with concern. "How is that thing?" she asked indicating the six inches she had crammed inside me. "Walking with it is weird I'm sure." It was a bit different, but I was managing. "Remember, it's for the best," she said not expecting a response.

My mind was an absolute jumble. Had I just been fucked? Sort of fucked by her? She was right that I was penetrated. And, she was right that my penis seemed to like it. It wasn't quite an orgasm, but it was a very pleasant feeling, eventually.

When we got to the hallway Kat spoke up again, "I wouldn't bother mentioning this to Jenna. She might get jealous," she chuckled to herself. "But here is what you should do, go into your room make out with Jenna, or whatever it is you guys do, get a good night sleep, removing the ass plug before hand of course, and then I will see you tomorrow in the kitchen at the exact same time. Got it?"

I just noticed that we had arrived at Jenna's... my door. "Oh, and give me that apron," she said. I took it off and handed it to her. She made sure to grab it by the collar where there was no chance of precum. I stood there naked again with my dicklet at attention face to face with this amazing beauty.

"Good job today," Kat said walking off.

As I watched her walk away I called out to her, "Uh.. Miss Kat?" She turned to face me with the apron held up by a finger. "Were you the prom queen?" I asked.

She paused at the question and then got that cute smile on the side of her mouth. She then turned around and started walking away again.

"You bet your ass I was," she answered. "See you tomorrow cucky!"