Friday night worked out far better than I could have ever dreamed.
My best friend, Jen, and her new boyfriend, Charlie, were scheduled to arrive promptly at seven. We had met the week previous to discuss my idea. Fortunately, they were both very into it.
When my fiancée, Louis, showed them in I practically ran to them saying, "Oh, Jen, you're such a lucky devil! He's quite a specimen."
I put a hand on Charlie's chiseled chest, feeling his sculpted form. On a spectrum of masculinity, Charlie was at the end most distant from Louis.
We made small talk while Louis fetched us drinks. I had trained him well, yes, but tonight would be the test to see just how far I could push him. We had been together for over three years and I began nearly immediately after our first date to exert my influence over the poor boy. Something about his slender form and fey voice sparked an idea. I gave him access to the honeypot only once but had been reminding him of how sweet it was ever since.
Now I was rolling the dice and hoping for a big payoff. I wanted to take Louis to the next level of our relationship.
Looking right at Jen, gathering my courage, I stated rather loudly, "Charlie, here, is what I'd consider a real man. Not like the wimp with which I've been saddled."
"Now wait just a darned minute," Louis whined. He tried to get up and I shot him a look that put him right back in his seat. I had made my dissatisfaction with his cock size known for the last three months and knew letting this cat out of the bag before Jen and Charlie would put Louis into a tailspin.
"Undoubtedly Charlie is a superb cocksman, possessing the proper equipment. Alas, Louis just doesn't have the goods." I laughed long and hard, joined by Jen and Charlie.
Looking at my poor, dejected fiancée I asked, "You don't honestly think you can measure up, do you? Should we get out a ruler? Perhaps a demonstration is in order." I reached down to Charlie's belt buckle, undoing it with my shaking hands. I unleashed his cock and had to stifle a gasp. Jen had told me that he was big but I had idea what a monster he held in his pants.
I began stroking him, reveling in his size. He looked nearly as long and thick as my arm. There was no denying that he dwarfed Louis. What my fiancée had in his pants didn't even look like a prick, compared to what I had in my hands.
A hand behind his back, I led Charlie by the cock towards Louis who sat slack jawed across the room. "Do you see what a real man can be, Louis? Do you see the beauty of his cock? The fullness of it? The girth? This is what every woman wants; what she needs. Isn't it lovely?"
And then I knew that my bet was going to pay off. For a faint second, almost imperceptivity, he nodded. I felt my pulse race and swallowed hard in an attempt to calm my nerves.
"It looks delicious, doesn't it? It's heavenly, the kind of cock that needs to be shown appreciation. We should thank it for even existing, falling down to our knees in praise of a world that could grant us such beauty. Don't you think? Shouldn't we thank Charlie for his gift to us?" I brought the bigger man closer to my little fiancée.
I saw his fingers twitch, his tongue race across his lips, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. And, finally, he raised his hand--slowly, cautiously as if Charlie's trouser snake were the real thing, venomous and ready to strike. His fingers touched the velvet head of Charlie's cock and Louis visibly shuddered.
"Yes, that's right. That's a good boy. Doesn't it feel good?" I asked.
Louis couldn't take his eyes off the other man's cock. I had been subtly (and not so much) training him for this moment for quite a while. For instance, we frequently took in a number of adult films each week. I'd gone from purely hetero porn to films peppered with bisexual males to completely guy-on-guy films. Louis grumbled about these changes as they happened but never looked away. Now he was living out one of those porn scenarios I loved so much; the weaker male submitting to the will of the stronger one.
"Yes, that's right," I said. "Doesn't it feel good?"
"If it feels that good in your hand, just imagine how it will be in your mouth. Think about the velvet smoothness of his prick on your tongue," Jen added.
"That sounds like a delightful idea, don't you think?" I asked.
He nodded again, his eyes glassy as if entranced. He continued stroking and I knew he needed just a little motivation to move to the next step. I raised an eyebrow to Charlie. He wrapped his big hands through Louis's tawny hair and pulled my fiancée in close.
Louis opened his mouth, instinctively, and took Charlie inside. "That's it," I said, "Take it. Take his cock."
He moaned, muffled by Charlie's meat. Charlie pulled Louis in even closer, giving him more. I was afraid it'd be too much for Louis to take, so quickly out of the gate.
He moaned again. Charlie pulled him even closer and Louis's eyes grew wide. I knew that he would choke soon and that we needed to handle that delicately. There was nothing quite as hot as a man gagging on another bloke's cock and I felt like I was on the edge of orgams, waiting in anticipation of that glorious noise. But, at the same time, we had to make sure Louis knew this was okay, that it was a natural response to having a man enter his throat.
There... the slight gag... It puts me over the edge and I feel a mini-tremble tickle me inside. Quickly I recover and say, "There, there, that's very nice. That's good, yes? You love that, don't you?"
"This is where you belong, on your knees, pleasuring the men who dwarf you. The men superior to you. You were born to suck cock, darling, and I'm going to make sure you get a steady diet from here now on."
His eyes widened, not from choking but from surprise and, I smiled, from delight. Jen patted his head, quieting him even as he continued to suck her boyfriend's cock. Charlie worked Louis's head back and forth along his tremendous tool, fucking his face with glee.
Charlie moaned, practically growling. Jen quietly asked, "Are you good?"
"Fuck yes," he hissed. "I'm gonna blow soon."
Jen and I grinned at one another. I put my hand on Charlie's balls and felt how tight they were (though they still managed to slap against my hand as he continued to fuck Louis's face). While I was bent over I whispered into Louis's ear: "Did you hear that darling? Your first load of cum. I want you to drink down every drop. Don't waste it. It's a gift."
Charlie grunted, long and loudly. I put my hand over his, holding him deep in Louis's mouth. Watching Louis's throat working, guzzling down Charlie's cum, made me feel hot, yes, but more than that, I felt triumphant. My dream was coming true. I had turned Louis from my fiancée to my cuckold. My little bitch, drinking his first load from another man.
Charlie wasn't my lover, true, but finding another man... or men... that could satisfy me the way Charlie satisfied Jen wouldn't be too difficult. Not with my natural assets.
I watched Charlie take out his spit-slick cock from Louis's mouth. My fiancée’s lips had turned a bright shade of red from all the friction, like he was wearing lipstick. Perhaps someday...
"You did very well, darling. Very good for your first cock. Tidy up while Jen, Charlie and I are out for the evening. And when I return... I feel certain that I'll have another fat cock for you to suck. Doesn't that sound good?"
He met my eyes and, without a hint of deception, he nodded his head. "Yes, Faith," he said, his voice raspy from cocksucking.
"Good boy," I said. I gave him a final glance before shutting the door. He remained on his knees. Waiting for cock. Wanting cock. He'd get his new desire tonight and my victory would be complete.