<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=ex%20girlfriends%20cuckold">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="109954947" src="/2f/00/2f0078b07eafd6c8c0337b6fdb01cc83e66df680ba88c974b212df0560635b13.jpg"></p><p>“You’re late!” Christine called out as Jack rushed through her front door.</p><p>“I’m sorry!” he said. “There was an accident on the 101. One of the cars was on fire. People were rubbernecking like crazy.”</p><p>Jack was out of breath by the time he stepped into Christine’s living room – he’d parked down the street and run at a full spring to her apartment – and he put his hands on his hips and admired the sight of his ex-girlfriend on her knees between Trent’s legs.</p><p>“I’m sorry,” Jack said once more. “I can do that. I can take your place, I mean.”</p><p>“Well, look who’s become an eager cocksucker,” Trent said with a laugh.</p><p>Christine looked up at him and stroked the stiff shaft in her hand. “I know. He sucks dick a few times and suddenly he can’t wait to get on his knees in front of a man. I thought you were straight, Jack?”</p><p>“I am,” Jack replied as he felt a deep sense of embarrassment. “I just…I’m a cuckold. I was just offering to do what I thought you wanted me to do.”</p><p>A man Jack had never seen stepped out of the kitchen with a beer in his hand and a smile on his face. He reached down, unzipped his pants, and said, “Don’t worry. I’ve got a cock you can suck on.”</p><p>Jack looked towards Christine and she leaned forward and kissed the plump head of Trent’s cock. “I decided I want to try something new tonight,” she said between kisses. “I want to see if two men are more fun than one. So stop staring, get your fucking clothes off, and suck Mark’s cock until he’s stiff and slick with your spit, cuckold.”</p><p>Mark smiled, sipped his beer, and strode into the living room. He took off his pants, dropped onto the couch, and spread his legs.</p><p>“What the fuck are you waiting for?” Christine asked as Jack stood in the same spot. “Either get on your knees and suck his cock or get the fuck out and don’t come back. Either way, there’s a threesome happening in this apartment tonight.”</p><p>Jack surrendered to the desire simmering in his loins. Watching two guys fuck Christine would surely be more thrilling than one, and it might mean cleaning up two creampies. It might mean all sorts of untold pleasures, which is why he stripped as instructed and dropped to his knees between Mark’s legs.</p><p>“Get to work,” Mark said. “Suck my dick like the little bitch they both say you are.”</p><p>Jack embraced the humiliation that washed over him, leaned forward, and took Mark’s flaccid cock into his mouth. He sucked slowly and sensually, running his tongue over the soft shaft and gently coaxing it into an erect state.</p><p>“How’s the cuckold doing?” Christine asked.</p><p>“He’s not bad, actually,” Mark replied.</p><p>Christine laughed. “Of course he’s not. He was fucking useless in bed, so it makes perfect sense that he’d actually be pretty good as a cocksucker. If I had a dick we’d probably still be together. I could fuck his pretty little face whenever I was in the mood to nut. Unfortunately, I like to get fucked, and Jack here couldn’t fuck me to save his life.”</p><p>Jack felt his cock getting hard as Christine humiliated him, which only deepened his embarrassment. No matter how poorly she treated him, he couldn’t help but find it arousing. He always came back, and here he was again, sucking cock and getting verbally berated for his shortcomings as a boyfriend. Just like all the previous visits, he was swimming in a kind of desire he’d only ever experienced as Christine’s cuckold.</p><p>“Make sure you work the balls, Jack,” Christine said. “A man likes having his balls sucked. It shows that the person pleasuring him cares. You care about Mark’s pleasure, don’t you Jack?”</p><p>Jack looked over and saw Christine kissing her way down the underside of Trent’s shaft. She reached his balls, looked up at him, and offered more kisses before taking one into his mouth and moaning.</p><p>“She’s right,” Mark said. “A man likes having his balls sucked. So why don’t you get to work.”</p><p>Jack mimicked his ex-girlfriend by kissing his way down the underside of Mark’s cock. He licked a little too before reaching the sizable, hairy testicles that awaited him. Jack ran his tongue over both of them and then took one in his mouth.</p><p>“Look up at me while you’re worshiping my balls, cuckold,” Mark demanded.</p><p>Jack looked up and saw a deep kind of satisfaction on the other man’s face. He was clearly enjoying himself, and Jack could see why. A man Mark had never met was now on his knees and sucking his cock and balls eagerly. Who wouldn’t enjoy that kind of service?</p><p>“How’s he doing?” Christine asked.</p><p>“You were right,” Mark replied. “He’s a little bitch, especially if it’s true that he’s straight. I mean, shit, he didn’t hesitate to suck my fucking nuts. He didn’t hesitate to suck my dick. I’m sure he’d suck me off if you told him to.”</p><p>“He’ll do anything I tell him to,” Christine said.</p><p>There was a part of Jack – the part that still clung to whatever shred of dignity that he still had left – that wanted to argue with her. That part of him was fading, though. That part of him didn’t speak loudly anymore. That part of him had mostly disappeared.</p><p>“He drank my piss last week,” Trevor said. “Right from the fucking tap. It was unbelievable. Christine told him to follow me to the bathroom and he did it without question. He got on his knees, he opened his mouth, and I pissed down his throat. He was a fucking toilet, and he did it because Christine wanted him to, because he loves being a nasty little bitch.”</p><p>“Is that true?” Mark asked. “Did you drink his piss?”</p><p>Jack nodded without letting Mark’s balls fall from his mouth.</p><p>Mark laughed. “Damn, I am so glad I accepted your invitation. It’s rare to find a bitch like this.”</p><p>“You know what?” Christine said. “Lick his fucking taint, cuckold. Forget his balls. Run your tongue over his taint like a little bitch.”</p><p>Jack lifted Mark’s balls out of the way and ran his tongue over the relatively smooth patch of skin beneath them. He did so without hesitation, despite being remarkably close to Mark’s asshole. It didn’t matter. What mattered was doing as Christine desired. He was all in, which meant he was more than happy to sink even deeper into the pleasure of being a cuckold.</p><p>“That feels good,” Mark said. “But I can’t help but think it would feel better if he ate my asshole.”</p><p>Christine laughed. “I thought you might say that. I think it’s time for you to eat ass, cuckold. Get to it. Rim him or you don’t get to have the kind of fun we both know you crave. Eat that ass or you don’t get to watch.”</p><p>Mark lifted his legs, exposing his hairy asshole. Jack stared at it for a few moments and then looked at Christine. He didn’t say anything, but he offered a silent plea for her to relent and tell him that he didn’t have to do something so humiliating. Rimming her ass had been thrilling, but rimming Mark wouldn’t be that. It would be pure humiliation. It would be disgusting.</p><p>“Do it, or leave,” Christine said. “But if you leave, remember that you don’t ever get to come back. You’re useless to me if you’re not willing to be a little bitch for me to play with, and if you’re not willing to do as you’re told, then you’re not much of a toy, are you?”</p><p>Jack new Christine was serious. She’d made it perfectly clear she didn’t think much of him, that his continued presence in her life was almost entirely because he was willing to do whatever she wanted, from menial tasks to sexual services of all kinds. The choice was his, then. He could sink to a new low and rim Mark’s asshole or he could leave.</p><p>It was Jack’s continued erection that made his choice. Really, it wasn’t a choice at all. He turned to Mark’s asshole a few moments after Christine leveled her ultimatum. He pressed his lips against the wrinkled, hairy hole and he put his tongue to work. As humiliating as it was, pleasure rushed through Jack’s body as he did it. Part of him was mortified, but that sensation was due almost entirely to his enjoyment of rimming a man. Jack was immersed in the joy of complete and utter surrender to the most humiliating parts of being a cuckold.</p><p>“Eat that ass, you disgusting little pig,” Christine said as she put a hand on the back of Jack’s head and applied pressure. “I can’t believe I ever dated you. I can’t believe it took me so long to see what you are.”</p><p>Jack doubled down. His tongue moved faster over Mark’s asshole. He heard the sound of cocksucking and glanced over to see that Christine had gone back to work on Trent’s cock. She was sucking with great vigor, too. It seemed that Jack’s willingness to embrace his humiliation had driven Christine to a deeper, wilder place of lust.</p><p>“Take my dick in your mouth,” Mark said. “Suck me like a good little bitch. Get me ready for what comes next.”</p><p>Jack licked his way up Mark’s taint, over his balls, and up the underside of his shaft. His lips enveloped the plump crown of Mark’s beautiful cock and he sucked vigorously. The sound of two blowjobs – and two grateful, moaning men – filled the living room. Jack had long since stopped thinking about anything other than the sheer pleasure of surrendering everything to Christine and letting the kinkiest version of himself fly free.</p><p>“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Christine said.</p><p>Jack stood and walked behind Christine as she headed towards her bedroom. She crawled into the bed – offering a breathtaking view of her ass and pussy in the process – and sat with her back against the headboard. She spread her legs and played with her slippery cunt as the two men she’d invited over joined them.</p><p>“Look at those beautiful cocks,” Christine said as she masturbated. “Aren’t they beautiful, Jack?”</p><p>Jack looked down at both thick, throbbing cocks and nodded. He wasn’t sure what made a cock beautiful, but they were certainly more impressive than his.</p><p>“Come here, Jack,” Christine said. “Crawl between my legs.”</p><p>Jack smiled and crawled into the bed, moving between Christine’s supple thighs as instructed. He dropped to his stomach in anticipation of being required to prepare her pussy, but she corrected him.</p><p>“No, on your hands and knees,” she said. Jack moved to his hands and knees and Christine smiled sweetly. “That’s good. Just like that.”</p><p>She looked at Mark and nodded. He walked to the foot of the bed and got behind Jack, who looked back as a sense of panic rose up in his chest.</p><p>“Look at me,” Christine said softly. “Look at me, Jack.”</p><p>He turned his attention to his ex-girlfriend. Christine gently slipped two fingers into her pussy, moaned, and said, “Take a deep breath. There’s no need to pay attention to Mark. Just take a deep breath and pay attention to me.”</p><p>Jack felt the head of Mark’s cock move gently over his ass cheeks. The panic increased. “What’s he doing?”</p><p>Christine’s fingers departed her pussy and she held them up. “Don’t worry about what he’s doing,” she said as her fingers moved towards Jack’s mouth. “Just look at me.”</p><p>Jack opened his mouth without prompting and Christine inserted her fingers.</p><p>“Suck,” she whispered.</p><p>Jack sucked and Christine moved her fingers in and out of his mouth.</p><p>“That’s it,” she said softly.</p><p>Jack heard Mark spit and felt the warmth liquid hit his asshole. Mark spit again and Jack heard the sound of a cock being stroked. He tried to look back but Christine grabbed a handful of his hair and held it tightly.</p><p>“Don’t think about him,” she said. “Don’t think about what’s going to happen. Just think about me. Think about being a good little bitch for me. Think about my fingers in your mouth. Think about the taste of my pussy. Think about it on your tongue. Think about how good it is. Think about how much you like it.”</p><p>Jack felt the head of Mark’s cock press against his asshole. He couldn’t contain the panic. He crawled forward to escape but Mark grabbed his hips and pulled back as Christine pulled her fingers from his mouth and leaned closer.</p><p>“He’s going to fuck you,” she said. “He’s going to fuck you because it’s what I want. It’s what I told him he’d be doing today. It’s what I invited him here to do. You’re going to get fucked while I watch, Jack. You’re going to get fucked like the bitch that you are. You’re going to take Mark’s cock in your ass and he’s going to unload inside you. He’s going to breed that little bitch ass of yours because it’s what I want, and you’re going to let him because it’s what I want.”</p><p>Christine smiled, tilted her head, and kissed Jack. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensuality of it. Her tongue danced over his lips and he opened them. She entered his mouth right as Mark’s cock pressed against his asshole once more. The panic rose up again, but it was less significant this time. Jack was connected to his ex-girlfriend again. She was kissing him with the kind of passion she used to show.</p><p>“Does it hurt?” Christine asked as the first few inches of Mark’s cock filled Jack’s asshole.</p><p>He gritted his teeth and nodded. Christine caressed his face, smiled, and said, “But you’re going to take it for me, aren’t you?”</p><p>Jack nodded as more of Mark’s cock filled his ass.</p><p>Christine leaned back, spread her legs, and pushed three fingers into her soaking wet pussy. “Of course you are. You’re a worthless fucking bitch. Of course you’re going to let a man fuck you in the ass. Of course you’re going to let him pump his load into your rectum. Of course you’re going to be a little fucking whore for me. You’re an embarrassment, Jack. You’re not even half a man. You’re just a little bitch boy.”</p><p>Mark was all the way in Jack’s asshole. Pain emanated from his anus as he watched Christine masturbate furiously. In one instant he’d felt like his ex-girlfriend wanted him again – the kiss had been that good – and in the next she’d made it perfectly clear she saw him as nothing more than a piece of meat for her to do whatever she wanted with. Much to his embarrassment, Jack felt no inclination to resist. Now that Mark was inside him – now that the worst part was over – he wasn’t going to run from it. He was going to take it, and based on his aching erection, Jack was going to like it.</p><p>Christine looked to Trent, who was stroking his cock as he watched the show unfolding in the bed, and said, “Are you ready?”</p><p>Trent nodded and Jack felt a glimmer of hope that he’d get to watch his ex-girlfriend have sex while he was getting fucked.</p><p>Instead, Christine evacuated her place in the bed, moving to her knees next to Jack and running her fingers up and down his back. Trent got on his knees in the bed and stroked his cock just a few inches from Jack’s face.</p><p>“Take his fucking mouth,” Christine said. “Use it like the fuck hole it is. Use it for your pleasure.”</p><p>“Open up,” Trent said as he rubbed the head of his cock over Jack’s lips. “Open the fuck up.”</p><p>Jack opened his mouth as humiliation enveloped his body.</p><p>“That’s a good little bitch,” Christine said. “Open your mouth for his dick. Let him use your fuck hole for his pleasure.”</p><p>Trent’s cock moved in and out of Jack’s mouth as Mark fucked him from behind. He took it from both ends like a cheap whore. He took two cocks while Christine watched and offered the small reward of running her fingers over his back.</p><p>“Fuck, fuck him harder,” she said in a lust-filled voice. “Fuck the bitch harder.”</p><p>Both men picked up the pace. They used Jack’s mouth and ass harder and faster. He gagged as Trent’s cock hit the back of his throat. He moaned in pain as Mark’s cock stretched out his asshole. He sank deeper into his humiliation.</p><p>Christine’s hand moved between Jack’s legs and she wrapped her fingers around his cock. “Someone’s so hard,” she said. Jack shivered with pleasure. Christine leaned down and kissed his upper back and shoulders. “Someone’s found his place as my fuck toy. Someone understands that he’s just a little bitch meant for my pleasure.”</p><p>Trent and Mark spit roasted Jack vigorously. They used him like he truly was a toy, like he was nothing more than a flesh puppet that was designed to make them cum. With each thrust Jack felt further subsumed by humiliation. With each grunt and groan from the men using him he drifted further from himself, slowly surrendering to the version of him that Christine had created.</p><p>“They’re going to cum, Jack,” Christine said as both men inside him started grunting and groaning in that telltale way. “They’re going to use your body like the cum dumpster that it is.” She stroked his cock faster and Jack moaned as if the idea of making two men cum turned him on like nothing else ever had. It didn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. Christine’s hand felt so good.</p><p>“I guess he wants you to unload in him, boys,” Christine said. “Do it. Use him like a cum dumpster. Empty your balls into him. Fill up his fuck holes with your seed. Use him like the worthless piece of shit he is.”</p><p>Christine tightened her grip and Jack felt his pleasure deepen. It seemed like she was going to make him cum and it was all he could think about.</p><p>“Cum for me, bitch,” Christine said. “Cum for me as they use your body.”</p><p>Jack climaxed first. He felt his asshole tighten around the cock inside him as he spurted his load onto Christine’s sheets. Pleasure ripped through him and he saw stars.</p><p>Mark fucked him harder and pain emanated outwards. After a dozen savage thrusts, he unleashed in Jack’s asshole with every inch of his cock buried deep inside.</p><p>“Cum in his ass,” Christine said. “Cum in his tight little whore ass. Fill it the fuck up.”</p><p>Trent grunted and groaned and pulled back until the head of his cock rested between Jack’s lips. It swelled up and a moment later a massive shot of cum landed on Jack’s tongue. A dozen more followed as Jack struggled to keep it all in his mouth.</p><p>“Swallow,” Trent instructed as he pulled out.</p><p>Jack swallowed without thinking. It brought him no pleasure to do so, especially since he’d already spilled his load and dissipated every bit of pent up sexual energy he’d built over the past few weeks without a climax.</p><p>“Holy shit,” Mark said as he pulled out, leaving Jack’s asshole gaping. “That was fucking fun.”</p><p>“The fun’s just getting started,” Christine said. “Jack, suck his fucking dick clean. Then, if either of them needs to piss, do your thing and be a nasty little toilet.”</p><p>Jack looked down at the bed and took a moment to survey himself. His asshole ached. His jaw ached even more. His throat burned from the cum. Humiliation seemed to inhabit every cell of his body. He couldn’t take any more.</p><p>“No,” he said.</p><p>“Are you sure?” Christine asked.</p><p>Jack crawled out of the bed and his humiliation deepened just a little as he felt cum run out of his ass. “Yes, I’m sure,” he said.</p><p>Christine smiled. “Then go. And don’t come back. You’re useless to me if you’re not willing to do whatever the fuck I want.”</p><p>Jack turned and walked out of her bedroom. He picked his clothes up from the living room floor and dressed as more cum leaked out of his ass and ran down his leg. He wasn’t sure he’d ever felt so terrible.</p><p>He left Christine’s apartment and headed towards his car as his humiliation deepened in the sunlight.</p><p>Jack got in his car and closed his eyes. For a moment he thought his might burst into tears. He’d gone so much further than he’d ever wanted to, than he thought he ever would. A stranger’s cum was leaking out of his ass, for fuck’s sake.</p><p>Jack started the car and backed out of the space as he told himself he’d never go back, even if he wanted to. He’d never degrade himself like that again. It wasn’t worth it.</p><p>Somewhere, in the back of his mind, was a little voice telling Jack that he’d just had the best orgasm of his life and it wasn’t even close. He told that part of him to shut up, but even as he drove away with complete and utter conviction he would never go back, Jack knew he’d fail. He knew that at some point his desire would overwhelm him, that he’d end up begging Christine to cuckold him again, no matter what it took.</p><p>Jack’s only hope was that she’d follow through on her word and refuse to cuckold him again. Otherwise, he’d surrender to his desire. There was no question he would.</p><p>The End</p>