The Cuckold Couple

Rahul placed his hands on hips and looked down at the fallen ex. “Two months. Two long, painful months. That’s how long you kept Priya bored and unsatisfied. You should be ashamed of yourself.” Srinath slithered back towards the wall as Rahul approached. “I can’t even imagine how to punish someone for a crime like that.”

“R…Rahul I’m really sorry. Please…,” Srinath pleaded in his retreat.

Rahul bent down and caught his pants, unhooked them and pulled them down along with the underwear. “You made Priya put up with that pathetic little thing. For two whole months,” he said, pointing at Srinath’s penis.

“Please, Rahul. I’m willing to do anything to make up for it. Please don’t hurt me,” Srinath said, closing up his pants.

“I have to hurt you. Do you want Priya to forgive you or not?” Rahul said.

“Come on, Rahul. You are her boyfriend and I am but a measly slave,” Srinath pleaded.

“Yeah you are. But you did commit a crime, you have to accept the punishment for it,” Rahul said.

“No, please. I’m not some criminal, and I didn’t rape her. We just had sex once, and it was consensual.” Srinath said.

“That’s your defense? You’re blaming it on Priya?” Rahul screamed.

“You’re just sick,” Priya said. “Being three years older than me, you should have been more responsible. What, you just see a pretty girl next door and push your penis into her?”

“Okay, I’m sorry. It was all my fault and I accept that!” Srinath said, raising his hands as if a gun were pointed at him.

“You’re going to get the beating of a lifetime from my boyfriend.” Priya said, catching him by the throat and pushing him down to the floor. She walked away for a minute and reappeared with a few pieces of rope. “If you are, indeed, as sorry as you say you are, you will obey my every command.”

“I am. I am sorry, Priya. I will obey.” Srinath mumbled.

“Bring back both your hands now!” Priya ordered. Srinath offered little resistance to her wishes; he brought his hands behind. Priya moved behind him and tied his hands together with a strong knot. “Now place your feet together.” She used another piece of rope and bound his legs together. Using a third piece of rope, she bound the two pieces of rope, creating an unbreakable trap. “Try to move now,” she ordered. He plopped to the floor, his shoulder bone crushing under the weight of his own body as he realized the horror of how immobilized he was at that point; he couldn’t even use his own hands to break his fall.

Try to move!

“Can’t move at all, can you?” Priya laughed with her boyfriend. “Now, beat him up until he begs for mercy,” Priya said, giving Rahul a kiss on the cheek and returning to her couch.

Rahul got to work, planting one foot on his adversary’s knee the other on his chest. “Eat my shoe!” he ordered, pushing the dusty stub of his heavy shoes into Srinath’s mouth. He crushed into his mouth harder and harder, almost taking the teeth apart as he forced his path inside. Rahul kept the position for a few moments and then stood with his shoes on either side of Srinath’s ears. “Untie my shoelaces using your mouth!” He twisted his neck towards the powerful man’s shoes and attempted to catch one lace with his mouth and pull it out. With considerable effort, he was able to undo the other shoelace in a similar way. Rahul used his head as a hinge and took off his shoes one at a time, letting them drop next to his head. He took off his thick sports socks and turned them inside out, exposing the brown dusty end with his hands like little brown puppets. “Open your mouth!” He said. Srinath did, only to have a dusty sock stuffed into his mouth. Rahul took the other sock and managed to stuff it inside, causing his mouth to open wider than it was capable of before. “Two socks in his mouth. He can’t even beg for mercy now,” he exchanged a smile with Priya. “Would you care to join me, my love?”

“Sure, I’d love to!” Priya jumped out of the couch. She worked with Rahul to make the cuckold sit up on the floor with his head against the wall. “Let’s see who can kick his face harder,” Priya smiled.

“What sort of a contest is that? You’re a girl, your legs are so soft and succulent.” Rahul laughed in reply.

“So what? I’m much angrier with him than you are. You’re just doing this for some macho manly pride,” Priya said.

“Oh yeah? You think you’re going to kick him harder than me because of some emotions? We’ll see how you do, you go first!” Rahul stood back. Priya took one step for recoil, brought up her left leg and swung it forward with incredible force, landing her feet across her ex’s face and breaking his nose into an uncontrollable bleed.

“Not bad,” Rahul said. He stepped forward and went for his turn, crashing his feet into Srinath’s cheeks. The impact almost tore them apart and sent his skull through the wall. “What do you think?” He asked.

“It wasn’t graceful at all, but certainly hard.” Priya nodded.

“Harder than yours any day,” Rahul smiled.

“Well, I used my wrong leg. Let me try with my right leg.” Priya went for her turn again, blasting her way through his teeth, uprooting several of them on the way. Srinath began to bleed through his mouth, the dusty socks began to pass deeper into his throat.

“Wow,” Rahul said. “But check me out again.” He went for a football style goal-kick, including a short run up and kicked up Srinath’s head; it was by far the nastiest kick he’d ever received. He felt his neck giving away as his head dropped to his shoulder.

“Nice!” Priya applauded the effort and watched the helpless ex spitting out the socks and bleeding out his contents. “Look at the mess you’ve made on my floor,” Priya said, pointing down. “You could have just gone home instead of all this.”

“Living my life without you would be even more painful,” Srinath managed to mumble.

“Oh is that so? What if I smothered you to death behind my butt crack?” Priya asked, turning around and patting her bum. “Oh you’d love that, wouldn’t you? Okay, what if my boyfriend smothered you behind his buttocks? Is that a good enough death for you, smelling my new boyfriend’s farts till it kills you?” Srinath sat still, crying from the pain he endured. Priya stepped closer to the ex and sat down on her hands and knees next to him. “That’s exactly what you’ll get, then. We’re going to give you a tushie sandwich. Rahul, will you push his head into my butt?”

“With pleasure!” Rahul said, strangling him and placing the back of the slave’s head on Priya’s jeans skirt. He then sat down on the other side and stretched back his butt, slowly moving backwards to finish the sandwich trap. “It’s time you got a taste of my bum on your face.” The masculine buttocks came over Srinath’s face, trapping him between the couples’ asses. He attempted to turn around, to get a whiff of the girl’s ass, but they both kept him tightly stuck in his place, perfectly between the four spheres. Rahul’s jeans grinded his nose as he twisted them round and round, but he focused his attention on Priya’s soft ass behind his head and imagined that he was being grinded by those.

As if by instinct, Rahul stopped, unhooked his pants and brought them down to expose his blue underwear. “You thought I would keep my pants on forever?” Srinath’s eyes opened wide. He tried to mumble an apology but the ugly man-buttocks came over rapidly, crushing his face even harder into the sandwich. He felt his face tossed back and forth between their butt cracks, but the disgusting pair of ass cheeks was too close for comfort. His mouth was forced into a kiss with the dark abomination, which began to vibrate. A burst of foul smelly wind made its way out right to his face, making a loud, ugly noise on its way out. The couple seemed to have a good celebration, clapping and laughing at his expense. There was no choice but to breathe the fart smell into his lungs.

“You’ll get to do that for Priya someday, but for now you’re stuck with me, boy.” Rahul said. The couple kept the sandwich going tight, grinding his face in a suffocating seesaw.

Minutes later Priya and Rahul got up, letting him out of the stink trap. “Mercy please,” he mumbled, but neither of them heard or cared. They caught each other and kissed again, sitting over him. Srinath was forced to watch Priya kissing Rahul, their faces just a few inches away from him. Soon, they began to drop some of their drool over his face as they kissed. “Do you want to start forgiving him?” Rahul asked.

“Yeah. Bring him to my feet,” Priya said.