The Bully Pt. 21

"Right there," Snake said as he brandished the rattan cane.

I didn't know where to look as I held my wife aloft for her bastinado punishment. Lela's legs were straight thereby exposing the soles of her feet. In addition, having been trussed up in a wide stance, my wife's pussy was on view for all of the room's occupants. Under Snake's extensive teasing with the cane, Lela had self-lubricated, and there was evidence of her vaginal secretions all over her inner-thighs and her labia.

"Count us down, Crystal," Snake said cheerfully, as he rested the cane across both of Lela's upturned soles.

Apparently Snake had tired of the tease. Without further ado he raised the cane skyward and brought it down with considerable force onto Lela's exposed soles. Lela let out an anguished wail as she processed and dealt with the pain.

"Five," Crystal said dispassionately, adding Lela's first blow to the four that I had endured. "Seven to go."

Almost immediately two bright-red welts appeared on the bottom of Lela's feet, a testament to the force that Snake had applied. Lela struggled to breathe and was writhing around on the carpet, even as Joker and I held her feet firmly in place. Snake flashed me a grin and then raised the cane skyward once more. A few seconds later the sound of impact reverberated around the small room, immediately followed by Lela's plaintive cries.

"Six," Crystal informed all who cared to listen. "Six to go. Halfway there," she added unnecessarily.

Lela's physical response to her beating was unfolding before me. Her feet were in my direct line of sight, and I could see the next pair of welts forming right beneath my eyes. Her stomach was heaving as she struggled to breath. Tears were welling up in her eyes. However, she was also leaking a considerable amount of vaginal secretions, a sure sign that she was getting some sexual gratification from the abuse and humiliation.

I just wanted it to be over. To get out of that fucking motel room. To be free from the pitiful wailing that was emanating from my wife. It would have ended too, had Crystal not been so fucking high that she lost the count. By my reckoning Lela endured ten strokes before she finally threw in the towel.

"Enough, Snake, please," Lela begged her tormentor. "I can't take any more of this. That dumb bitch can't even count to twelve."

"How many are left, Crystal?" Snake asked the clearly-intoxicated girl.

"Three? Maybe four?" Crystal giggled, as Lela objected from the floor. "Maybe Mark will step up and take the rest of what is owed?"

Presented with another opportunity to do the right thing, I wilted under pressure and shuffled around uncomfortably in silence.

"Unfortunately for you, Lela," Snake began cheerfully, "we seem to have lost track of your punishment. Mark has made it apparent that he has no interest in taking one for the team. So, how do we resolve this?"

"Maybe Lela could pay for Mark's disrespect in some other way?" Crystal suggested ominously.

I hated this idea but predictably the conversation quickly turned to sex. At this point Lela was unable to stand and was in too much pain to do anything other than to lay on the floor and be passive. A few suggestions were bandied about and finally Crystal offered up her thoughts.

"How about Bukkake?" the young girl asked. "Untie Lela's feet and allow your crew to jerk off on her. That should atone for Mark's disrespectful behavior earlier today."

Snake responded favorably to this idea, but invited Lela to make the decision.

"What do you think, Lela?" he asked my wife. "Would you rather receive four more strokes of the cane or allow my crew to masturbate on you?"

Over the course of my tumultuous years with Lela, it was times like this that made me wish that I had never even met the dirty bitch. Long after Lela and I finally broke up, I would have numerous healthy relationships, never once encountering the type of drama that Lela constantly subjected me to. Looking at me for relief from her ordeal, my wife shot me an imploring look, as if I was somehow going to intercede and save her.

"That pussy isn't going to volunteer to take the four strokes," Snake said contemptuously. "This penance is on you, Lela. You have a simple choice to make. Bukkake or the cane?"

"Bukkake," Lela said in a barely audible whisper.

"We can't hear you, Lela," Snake taunted my wife, even as Joker began to remove his leather belt.

"Bukkake, Snake," Lela said with as much gusto as she could muster. "I will take the Bukkake punishment."

Despite Crystal's suggestion that Snake untie Lela's feet before his crew jerked off on her, Snake motioned for Joker and I to simply lower the broom handle. Once on the carpet, Lela's position relative to the wooden handle kept her legs in a wide stance, completely exposing her puffy labia and protruding clitoris. Joker had removed his belt by this time, and was lowering his jeans to his ankles. He had a semi-erection and began to fondle himself as he admired my wife's exposed sex.

"Crystal, you can be the fluffer," Snake instructed the young woman. "Ice-pick, call the boys and tell them to come over if they want to bust a nut on the CumSlut."

My mind was spinning as I processed Snake's directives. Why the fuck was this second gangbanger nicknamed 'Ice-pick?' How many of Snake's 'boys' were coming over to jerk off on my wife? Was Crystal really going to fellate them all in order to get them erect? My cock had been inside her warm teenage mouth earlier on this evening. Did I have to add the worry of contracting an STI to my ever-growing list of concerns?

Moments later, as Crystal lowered herself to her knees and took Joker's semi-erect cock into her mouth, I began to realize that this was really happening. Ice-pick made a multitude of calls, inviting all and sundry to the impromptu Bukkake session. Apparently this kind of thing happened occasionally, because the dialogue was similar on each of his calls.

"Bukkake party. Room 46. Dolphin Motel. Crystal is fluffing."

Word must travel fast in the gangland world, because within a few moments there were already four black thugs at the door, waiting for a fluffing session with the adorable young Crystal. Snake repositioned her on her knees just inside the motel door.

"In the interests of efficiency," Snake muttered to anyone who was listening.

Joker was fully erect by this time, and he knelt right by the side of Lela's face, and began to masturbate furiously. The motel room was quite small and I didn't know what was expected of me, so I kind of shuffled off into one of the corners to block out the demeaning scene. A few seconds later, a raucous cheer erupted from the assembled gangsters, which I presumed was in response to Joker blowing his load on my wife's face. I was still completely naked at this time, and was desperately fighting my urge to get erect as I watched Crystal blow several black men in succession.

"Get over here, cuck," Snake summoned me aggressively. "I need you to keep count of the cumshots."

There were a smattering of laughs as I was introduced as Lela's husband, even more so when Crystal pointed out that I was developing an erection in response to my wife being defiled.

"Crystal, keep the cuckold hard while we use the CumSlut," Snake instructed the nubile teen, as I nervously made my way over to where Lela was laying on the filthy carpet. "No release for him, though."

Joker was just getting up from his kneeling position, and was obscuring my view of my wife. As he tucked his rapidly-softening cock back into his boxer shorts, Joker moved to one side and Lela came into my line of sight. She had a large glob of semen on the tip of her nose, and several droplets were visible in her hair.

"One," Snake said slowly, looking at me expectantly, as Joker picked up his belt and made his way towards the door.

"One," I repeated quietly, the humiliation threatening to swallow me whole, as my cock continued to stiffen, even without Crystal's assistance.

The sordid jerk-off session was the most demeaning event I had ever witnessed. One by one, hardened gangsters entered room 46 of the Dolphin Motel. After a cursory glance at the cum-receptacle lying on the floor with her legs spread wide apart, they waited in line for Crystal's fluffing service.

The young girl fellated them all with enthusiasm, despite the fact that many of them had dropped whatever they were doing to rush to the Dolphin Motel, without any thought of taking a shower. In fact, in Crystal's new position right next to the motel door, the constant flow of cold air made her nipples erect, giving the distinct impression that she was getting aroused by being used as a fluffer.

Crystal managed to keep a close watch on my level of arousal too, and whenever my tent-pole flagged even slightly, she was on her knees before me planting tender kisses on my cock-head.

Crystal must have been well-known in these circles, because most of the men acknowledged her by name. Some of them even rewarded her with a sprinkling of amphetamine on their cock-heads, which Crystal gratefully ingested. One gangster proffered her an ecstasy pill. He extended his large black upturned palm to the young girl's face, and watched as she took it from him with her mouth, the way a puppy takes a treat from its master.

I stood off to the side, unsuccessfully trying to quell my erection, as the next man jerked off and then ejaculated on my wife's upturned face.

"Two," I said despondently, as his semen pooled around Lela's left ear.

Crystal spent a lot of time on her knees in front of me, ensuring that I was rock-hard the entire time. At first the attention felt fantastic, but as time passed my body was craving release, and my nuts started to throb. Crystal had taken Snake's directive seriously, and seemed to delight in edging me perilously close to orgasm, whenever there was a break in the action. It felt cold in that motel room. I was stark naked and the door was constantly opening and closing, allowing chilly air to circulate. Despite that, I was sweating under the sustained sexual provocation of the young woman, and my balls ached in frustration.

Lela's nipples were fully erect too, and one would have assumed that they were also responding to the cold temperature of the room. However, my wife's vaginal secretions were also flowing freely, a clear sign that she found the abuse sexually titillating. The scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air, which was a kick in the nuts for me.

Fourteen men entered that seedy motel room, dropped their pants so that Crystal could fellate them until they were close to orgasm, and then blew the contents of their nut-sacks across my wife's face. Each time one of the gangsters ejaculated, they were greeted by the raucous cheer, followed immediately by silence as the entire room reveled in my involuntary participation.

"Fourteen," I said quietly, my voice cracking under the strain, even as my erection jutted lewdly in front of me, leaving no doubt that I was a cuckold.

Then, just like that it was done. The room emptied and Snake motioned to Joker to untie my wife's feet. Crystal began to get dressed, although as soon as she had her mini-skirt and high heels on, she was back on her knees torturing me by nibbling my swollen nuts.

Lela was unrecognizable, her face covered in the semen of fourteen men. My wife had dried ejaculate matting in her hair, she couldn't open her left eye, and a significant amount of cum was pooling at the base of her neck.

"Would you like a little release, Mark?" Snake asked, when it was just the four of us remaining in the room. "Add your load to the unappetizing mess on your wife's face? Lord knows you have been erect for hours under Crystal's touch. I am going outside to smoke. Bust a nut if you wish."

I knew I should have fought my urges, but even as I contemplated doing the right thing, Crystal was taunting me.

"Go on, Mark," she teased as she ran the tip of her tongue across my frenulum, which induced a whimper of frustration from me. "Empty your nuts on the CumSlut's face."

Lela looked up at me and appeared to wink her right eye, which Crystal interpreted as consent.

"Go for it, Mark," Crystal offered cheerfully, as she pointed to the carpet just above Lela's head. "Kneel right there."

I was on autopilot as I lowered myself to my knees in a very noticeable pool of ejaculate. I stole a quick glance at the motel door, which was now closed as Snake enjoyed a post-orgasm smoke in the parking lot. Recognizing that Snake would be gone a few minutes, Crystal's eyes lit up and she retrieved her small tube of Vaseline. As I knelt above my wife's face, Crystal lowered herself to the floor right next to me. Snuggling in close, Crystal began to grease the tip of my cock with a copious amount of the lubricant. As her dainty fingers caressed my glans, pre-cum ran freely down my shaft, and I knew I was moments from blowing my wad.

Once I was sufficiently lubricated, Crystal began to stroke my cock in a slow rhythmic cadence, alternating between both hands, which felt fucking fantastic. A few seconds later, she rested her lips on my earlobe and began to whisper words of encouragement.

"I really do want us to fuck," Crystal teased, as she slowly jerked me off. "You are exactly the kind of guy that I would want to date. Young, good looking, great job, awesome hygiene. Some of those gangsters were so dirty, it was gross."

Crystal's characterization of those thugs as dirty, snapped me back into reality. Fourteen unkempt black men had ejaculated on my wife's face, and I was about to add my load to the pile. I should have stopped myself right there, but as Crystal lowered her dainty fingers to my nuts and began to tickle the underside of my scrotum, my resolve to do the right thing dissolved.

"I am close, Crystal," I whispered horsely, as her lubricated fingers inched across my perineum and crept towards my asshole.

"Unload your nuts on the CumSlut, Mark," Crystal whispered, as she eased the tip of one finger through my sphincter, and tenderly grazed my prostate gland.

Moments later, I erupted all over my wife's face. It was a copious load, brought about by Crystal's relentless teasing. Four or five thick ropes of my ejaculate landed with a splat atop the unappetizing puddle of semen coating Lela's face. Crystal slowed her cadence slightly, which allowed her to keep jerking me off despite the increased sensitivity. Once she was sure that she had drained my nuts, the young girl slipped her finger out of my asshole, and skipped to the restroom to wash her hands.

Snake reentered the motel room a few minutes later, as I remained on my knees composing myself. Crystal emerged from the bathroom and stood next to her pimp.

"Well," Snake began with a chuckle as he observed my softening cock. "It looks like the cuckold jerked off on his wife, after all."

"It was a puny load, Snake," Crystal said derisively. "Barely a dribble. Pathetic to watch if I am being honest."

"You can get dressed, Mark," Snake said quietly, as he stood over my wife and unzipped his jeans. "I just need to unload before I hit the road."

"Do you need a little fluffing, baby?" Crystal asked enthusiastically, as she approached the Alpha Male.

"I am done for the night, Crystal," Snake said softly, clearly pleased with the performance of the young girl. "You were great tonight, baby."

Despite the fact that Crystal had sucked the cocks of fourteen men that night, Snake pulled her towards him and gave her a passionate open-mouthed kiss. It seemed as if the bond that the gangsters shared was so strong that it didn't bother Snake that his brothers had enjoyed Crystal's fluffing talents, even as he french-kissed her.

A few seconds later, as I got dressed, l heard the unmistakable sound of splashing water. Turning around reflexively, I looked on in disbelief as Snake began to urinate on my wife. Breaking his kiss with Crystal for a brief moment, Snake addressed me.

"Don't worry about your room deposit, Mark," he said, as he unloaded a strong stream of dark yellow piss directly onto my wife's face. "I know the Manager of this dump and will explain the extenuating circumstances so that you get your five dollars back."