Chapter 5: Humiliation at the Bar
With Brenda's guidance, Gene pulled into the dimly lit parking lot of 'Sinners and Saints', the bar where Brenda and Gene had first met Tom, years ago. Tom smirked as they parked the SUV, his dominant cockiness oozing through the rear-view mirror.
As they stepped out of the car, Brenda approached Gene and attached the end of a dog leash to the collar still wrapped around his neck. She took a good look at his cum smeared face. "Ooh, now that does look really gross. Somebody's obviously been eating cream pie. You're going to make quite the spectacle honey. Now, I want you to follow Tom and I into the bar, staying a step or two behind us near the end of your leash."
Brenda commanded Gene as she ran her fingers through her kinky red hair, adjusting her loose silken dress to showcase her ample cleavage.
Gene barely managed to stay standing as his knees grew weak from the shameful sight before him. He could feel the sharp eyes of the staff and other patrons assessing them, wondering what was wrong with Gene - engulfed in the poetic chaos that was swirling around him.
But one look at the devious smile on his wife's face and he knew there was no recourse.
Brenda patted his hand affectionately before gesturing to Tom to lead the way, the leash growing taut as Gene took his place behind them like a faithful mutt.
As they weaved their way through the crowded bar, Brenda's crimson curls bouncing with every step, Gene couldn't help but feel the weight of each curious glance bearing down on him. The taste of Tom's come lingered on his tongue, the smell still radiating from the front of his face and stinging his nostrils.
Gene's embarrassment reached new heights with every step, tripping into an almost out-of-body trance as his humiliation came full circle.
Walking through the bar like a dog on a leash was just the beginning. The bustling crowd of people threw disdainful glances at him, making it all the more unbearable. He couldn't help but wonder what his colleagues would think if they saw him this way; the respected lawyer, turned sex slave.
The thought should have mortified him more than it did, but somehow it only ignited more dirty, twisted fantasies in his head.
"Hey, guys!"
Brenda's voice snapped Gene from his tormented thoughts. He looked up to see her happily waving at Ava and Jessica. Gene reluctantly followed behind her like a dog on a leash, trying to not make eye contact with anyone.
"This is Tom, my latest...
conquest. I think you all remember my husband Gene, right?" Brenda laughed, patting Gene's head as if he were a trained puppy.
Gene was forced to make eye contact with Jessica and Ava. The last time he had seen them, they were helping Brenda dominate him. It was particularly embarrassing having Jessica witness his degradation. Jessica was Brenda's long time best friend and Gene had a flirtatious relationship with her prior to the session. Now, he didn't know what she thought of him.
"Oh, and where are my manners? Jess and Ava, this is Tom. Tom, this is my long time best friend Jessica." Brenda gestured towards a striking, woman with long curly brown hair. "And this is my new friend and playmate, Ava." Brenda gestured toward the tall blonde woman covered in tattoos.
"And that's Layla. She works here and is one of my closest confidantes."
Layla looked at the scene before her, a Cheshire cat grin spreading across her beautiful dark face. "Damn, Brenda, I see you've been busy," she said, eyeing Tom up and down.
Tom nodded at her with a grin. "Indeed, I have," he said, his voice dripping with confidence as he gave Layla a slow once-over.
Jessica looked over at Gene, fully taking in collar and leash as well as his cum smeared face. "OMG Gene, look at you." Jessica's sultry laughter filled the confines of the crowded bar, drawing curious onlookers towards the scene.
Gene felt his cheeks burn as he gazed at Brenda and Tom, settling in on bar stools in silent amusement.
Layla grinned, taking in the spectacle of Gene on a leash and Brenda acting as if nothing was amiss.
Jessica eyes widened in shock at the sight.
"Holy fuck, Brenda, you didn't tell me things had gotten that intense. And Gene, Wow, just wow" Jessica's voice trailed off as she surveyed the degrading sight of him collared, leashed and covered in another man's come. She exchanged amused looks with Ava, who was gloating at the sight. Brenda continued to impress the girls with her boldness.
"You know us, we always love to explore new things and push our boundaries."
"Well, you certainly are doing that tonight," Ava replied, sipping her drink and eyeing Gene to see if he was squirming under her gaze.
The girls laughed, enjoying the spectacle of this domesticated dog at its owner's heel as they chatted about their shared love of adventure and debauchery.
Meanwhile, Gene couldn't help but feel the weight of his own helplessness.
His heart skipped a beat as his eyes locked with Jessica's, and he felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He bit his lip hard and could feel the warm wetness of Brenda's juices between his fingers, still lingering from their heated encounter in the car.
"Hey, what's wrong my man?" Tom asked, breaking him from his reverie. Tom's sympathetic tone in his voice helped calm Gene down.
Gene shook his head, trying to compose himself. "Nothing, I just...
Gene's eyes drifted back to Jessica, her gaze penetrating him like a hot knife through butter. He wondered what she was thinking as she observed his degradation. Was it interest and intrigue for more fun times with Gene and Brenda, or was it a disgust that he was such a wimp and pervert?
He couldn't bear the thought of either, not now, not like this. He needed to suppress these thoughts and focus on Brenda, his dominant partner who had brought him here.
He couldn't help but feel a growing warmth in his groin, the flush of embarrassment mingling with his desire to please her and fulfill his role as the cucked husband.
Brenda had ordered him to stay behind Tom and her, just within reach as they sat at the bar stools, drinking their beers and exchanging playful banter. Tom was confident and in control, commanding Brenda's attention with his stories of past exploits and wild adventures.
Each word he spoke dripped with seduction, his deep, hypnotic voice captivating everyone within earshot. The atmosphere was rich with sexual tension, and Gene could only listen helplessly as Tom flirted with the three attractive women.
His skin burned as he took in the way their legs crossed suggestively, toes tracing invisible patterns on the cool bar floor. Gene noticed the calculating look in Jessica's eyes, and he swallowed hard. Her eyes lingered on his face, taking in every detail before finally settling on his groin. He could feel his pants tighten at her gaze, even if it was tainted with amusement and perhaps a touch of disgust.
Jessica tilted her head playfully. "So, Tom really fucked your wife in the car on the way here and she rubbed your face in it?" Jessica asked, her eyes narrowed in curiosity, and a hint of amusement.
Gene tried to avoid eye contact with her, his throat tightening as he felt himself shrinking further into his humiliation, "Yeah, among other things." He grumbled, tugging the collar around his neck, reminding himself of his new place.
Brenda giggled, tugging the leash, pulling him a little closer and leaning into him affectionately, "Oh, now didn't I tell you I was brave?
And apparently, so are you. How does it feel to be owned, cuckold Gene?" She teasingly whispered into his ear before trailing her fingers down the side of his body, causing him to shiver.
He couldn't help but be captivated by her magnetic presence, the way her eyes sparkled mischievously, the way her voice carried an air of dominance that made his every fiber leap with desire. It was intoxicating, addictive, and he couldn't imagine being without it.
To surrender to this depravity with his wife, to commit to how perversely attractive it was, gave him the thrill he so desperately craved.
"I'm ready for round two," Gene rasped, desperation howling within his chest.
"Patience, dear. Remember you're the submissive and don't forget your role," Tom scoffed, the smirk on his handsome face never faltering.
Gene resignedly took a seat next to Brenda on the worn leather couch, holding onto the leash nervously as Tom dominated the room.
Brenda giggled, lifting her leg and resting it on the couch, her kinky locks cascading down her back in a stunning spectacle.
Gene noticed Jessica flirting a lot with Tom. She seemed drawn by his strength and confidence and Gene felt smaller inside knowing she would no longer see him in that way.
Layla came up to him with a fresh drink and looked him up and down. Layla was super hot, her lithe body, dark skin, and radiant smile were captivating.
She leaned in close and whispered in Gene's ear, "I've heard a lot about you, Gene. Seems like you're living out quite the fantasy."
Gene nodded, watching as Layla's full lips curled back in a salacious grin as she tugged at his collar. He couldn't help but feel his heart start racing as images of the two of them flooded his mind; he was both terrified and incredibly turned on by the thought of it.
"You're quite the mess Gene. Looks like you've been enjoying your favorite creampie desert we discussed the last time you were in here.
Spread that filth all over your face and everywhere else, I see."
Gene felt his whole body flush with embarrassment and arousal. Her words were as scorching hot as the whiskey she served him earlier. He tried to answer her, but his mouth was too dry. The only sound that came out of his mouth was a hoarse cough.
"I made you a special drink, sweetheart," she continued, handing him the strong bourbon drink in her hand. "Looks like you could use something to wash the taste away." Layla smiled, her voice dripping with amusement. "Drink it fast before you choke on it, just like you choked on Tom's cock." She winked at Gene, who took the glass from her, his hands trembling.
Jessica, Ava, and Brenda chuckled conspiratorially, enjoying the role reversal of the domesticated dog and the master. Gene drank the potent concoction quickly, savoring the burn as it traveled down his throat and into his stomach.
It spread like liquid fire, the sensation of alcohol dissolving his humiliation for the moment.
Brenda was watching Jessica flirt with Tom. She was happy for her friend and wanted her to continue to expand her horizons. A week ago, she had gotten Jessica to join her and Ava dominating Gene and Brenda saw a new uninhibited side of her college friend.
Brenda had always known Jessica desired a more adventurous and open sex life. Now, she knew about Jessica's dominant side. She had certainly enjoyed dominating Gene much more than Brenda had thought she would.
Brenda was now interested in bringing her into her sexual world. Ava was the first woman Brenda had sex with and she now understood her bi side and the opportunity to explore this with her long time friend would be fun.
Seeing the way Jessica was attracted to Tom, she thought a threesome might be the best way to bring her more fully into the lifestyle. Plus, there was an added advantage of tormenting her husband further. She knew that Gene and Jessica had always had this unspoken attraction to each other, but that they hadn't acted on it. Making Gene witness Tom and Jessica together would almost be like cuckolding him a second time.
Brenda could already imagine the feeling of satisfaction she would derive from it.
The quartet's conversation flowed effortlessly, but Gene couldn't help but feel a growing void within him, amplifying his humiliation and anxiety. The booze in his system did little to quell the unease building inside him; maybe the alcohol was making it worse.
The night grew late, and Brenda announced it was time to head home. Gene and Brenda led the group outside into the cool night.
Brenda had Gene walk at the front on his hands and knees, while her friends laughed and exchanged stories about their other past escapades. Tom effortlessly sauntered next to Brenda, his hand resting lightly on her lower back. Gene couldn't help but think about how close their bodies were, how easy it seemed for Tom to command any space around him.
All around him, Gene heard the whispers of the other patrons as they watched him crawling on his hands and knees on a leash. He was utterly humiliated as he heard snippets of their conversation.
"Oh my goodness, look at that poor soul," he heard one man say to his girlfriend, his voice dripping with disdain. "Is that some sort of substance on his face?" he heard another girl ask her friend, her voice filled with a mixture of disgust and amusement. "Yes, it certainly appears to be," came the response, tinged with a hint of derision. "That's just so utterly revolting," the girl continued, her eyes wide with distaste. "I can't believe someone would do something like that in public." As he listened to the conversation unfolding, Gene felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. He tried to ignore the whispers and the snickers, but it was difficult to do so when the comments were directed at him.
He heard another woman say, "I think that's his wife and her boyfriend over there." The words hung in the air, like a heavy cloud of shame. Gene wanted nothing more than to disappear, to melt into the background and become invisible. He hoped fervently that none of these people recognized him, that they didn't know who he was. He felt his face grow hot, his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted to walk away, to leave this humiliating scene behind. But he knew he couldn't. He had to face the music, to confront the consequences of his actions. He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and prepared himself for the onslaught of judgment and ridicule that was surely coming his way.
On the way out to the car, Brenda took the opportunity to whisper in Jessica's ear.
"What do you think about maybe bringing you into our world more fully, Jess?" she asked, her words dripping with seduction and temptation. "And what better way than to have a threesome with Tom tonight when we get home?"
Jessica's eyes sparkled mischievously and she took a moment to consider it. She licked her lips, before finally answering in a hushed voice, "I think I might just take you up on that offer, Brenda."
Gene's heart dropped as his deepest humiliation came roaring back.
Jessica, the girl he'd had a long-standing unspoken flirtation with, was going to watch him get cucked. And even worse, Gene was going to have to watch Tom have a woman he had always lusted after, but could never have.
He winced as he thought about the humiliation involved, but on the positive side, he would get to see Jessica have sex with both Brenda and Tom. This was unbearably exciting and his cock pressed hard against the cage he had been wearing for a week. He desperately needed a release and hoped that Brenda would grant him one tonight, but he knew it depended on his continuing good behavior.
As they reached the car, Brenda stood directly in front of Gene, her body blocking him from her friends, and looked deep into his eyes. "Yes, Jessica accepted my invitation, and I believe you and I will have a very interesting evening tonight. We will show her just how good this life can be."
Gene sighed, his fear and excitement building inside him like a volcano that threatened to erupt at any moment.