Chapter 8: Pimped Out
The Gentleman's Club, cloaked in an air of debauchery, comes alive like a carnival in the darkness, offering men an exclusive ticket to indulge their most sinful fantasies. The joint, steeped in opulence, is a dimly-lit den of vice where the stench of smoky cigars and liquor intermingles with the sweat and sexually charged atmosphere.
Glistening chandeliers hang overhead, casting flickering shadows over the plush velvet seating and glistening bar, while neon-lit signs bearing images of scantily-clad women beckon to the intoxicated patrons.
Brenda, Gene, Ava, and Jessica arrived together and headed for the front door. The girls were oozing with excitement for the night as Gene hung his head in dread. How did he find himself in this position?
His heart ached with an unexpected nostalgia as he caught a glimpse of Brenda before she ventured backstage. Her fiery red curls cascaded down her back, and her brown eyes glowed with a commanding charisma that had all the men in the audience entranced. Gene couldn't deny that he still felt attracted to her, just as he did when they first met a decade earlier.
How would they even navigate this night? How could he keep himself composed while his wife danced on stage, giving the sleazy men their fill of whatever they'd paid for?
Brenda's hips swayed to the thrumming beats of the music, her body a masterpiece of confidence and sensuality. Ava and Jessica sat beside Gene admiring the show.
The women captivated by the sensuality and power in Brenda's performance as she gyrated her hips in a mind-blowing dance, all the while knowing that Gene would be required to perform a different kind of act in a matter of hours.
"Boy this place is packed tonight" observed Ava, I bet you're going to be sucking a lot of dick before the night's over Gene." She said with a smirk.
"I sure hope you're up for the challenge, slave boy. You better save up all that energy for later tonight when you'll be taking cock after cock in that glory hole."
Gene could feel his face heating up at the thought of it. It was true that he had agreed to this arrangement, and the idea of pleasing Brenda and the other strippers turned him on, but the reality of it was a different story. The thought of multiple men thrusting their cocks through the glory hole and into his mouth was nerve-wracking.
After all, it was one thing to watch Brenda dance on stage, but quite another to swallow other men's cocks for hours on end, desperate to please the women he loved. But as he watched Brenda, Ava, and Jessica mingle with patrons, sipping drinks and laughing, Gene realized he would do anything to make his wife happy.
As Gene accepted his fate, the reality set in that he needed to mentally prepare himself for the oncoming sexual marathon.
Angie, the stripper that had told Brenda about the Glory hole, saw the three friends watching Brenda dance.
She walked towards them, flashing a big smile and a wink to Gene.
"Hey there, lovely bunch! Whatcha have in store for tonight?" Angie asked as she casually leaned her elbow on the table, giving Gene a boob flash.
Jessica rolled her eyes, giggling slightly.
"Well Angie, we were just waiting for you to give us the grand tour," Ava replied, a twinkle in her eye as she winked back at Angie.
"Oh, please do," Jessica purred, flipping her curly hair over her shoulder in a playful gesture.
Angie grinned broader, placing her hand on Gene's shoulder. "Well then, honey, let's head back to the infamous Glory Hole. I'm sure you'll be a big hit back there," she said with a playful wink.
Gene's heartbeat quickened, yet he reluctantly followed Angie, with, Ava, and Jessica in tow while Brenda gyrated on stage.
His throat felt dry, and he tried not to dwell on what he had agreed to. The five of them walked through the crowded club, passing a stage where another dancer perform an energetic routine.
The pounding music and deafening cheers from the salivating men created an intoxicating ambiance that put Gene on edge. He felt self-conscious knowing very soon, he would be one of the main attractions behind the Glory Hole.
As they entered a dimly lit corridor, Gene caught sight of the now infamous Glory Hole. It was a narrow room with 5 holes, one opposite the door and two on each side. Each of the holes was covered by a sliding plate that could be opened from the other side.
"So, here's the deal. On the other side of each of these holes is one of our private dance booths. If we get a randy customer that starts pushing for a blow job, we tell them we can't do it, but they can have an anonymous bareback blowjob in the hole while we dance for them. If they pay the extra money, that's what they get.
"We usually give the glory hole duty to the new girls but it's really hard getting anyone to take the job, so some nights, it's just not available, but Saturday night is our big night and things really start to get going in another hour or so."
Angie explained matter-of-factly.
Gene didn't know what to say, so he just nodded silently, still in shock from the revelation. He wanted to vomit, but there was a strange part of him that was thrilled. The thought of having multiple men bite into his flesh was disgusting, yet invigorating at the same time.
Angie looked over at Ava and Jessica. "So Brenda tells me you two are going to supervise. That's great, because we can't have him falling behind. Sometimes there's just one booth active, but sometimes there are multiple cocks at once, and he's going to have to multi-task. I brought in these two chairs over here so you ladies can be comfortable while you watch the show. You don't need to worry about the money. Each stripper collects the cash and gets the lion's share of the money."
Angie motioned to the plush seats as we made our way to the glory hole. Gene was feeling increasingly nervous as we got closer to the room, but he couldn't help but stare at the five holes lined up in front of him.
"Do we have to go in there now, or can we watch for a bit first?" He asked, hoping to put off the inevitable moment. Ava and Jessica both looked at him laughing. "Are you kidding? You're beautiful wife finishes her set after the next song and I guarantee she'll bring a customer up to one of the booths. You might as well get on your knees now." Ava said with a sinister grin.
"Now, enough stalling. You have a job to do."
Gene swallowed nervously as he stepped into the dimly lit room called the Glory Hole. He could feel the weight of the stares from the hidden men on the other side as he stood there, staring at the five holes engraved into the wall.
"Remember, Gene," Jessica said softly, "the key is to let them do all the work. It's not about you getting off; it's about you servicing them."
"And remember who has the control to your fucking cock shocker." Ava said harshly, holding up the remote for him to see.
She flicked it and Gene could feel the vibrations start in his chastity device. "That's me being nice. You get that feeling when you're doing a particularly good job."
She flicked a different switch, and Gene screamed out in pain, dropping to his knees. "And that is a half power jolt you'll get if we don't think you're trying hard enough." Ava laughed evilly.
"Well then, let's get started, shall we?" She turned to Gene, a wicked glint in her eyes. "On your knees, cuckold."
Gene sank to his knees, his mouth becoming a deliberate, submissive O-shape. He glanced up at Ava with a mixture of resignation and trepidation. He didn't want to disappoint her or anyone else who watched him, not after he'd promised Brenda that he would do his best.
He felt a surge of humiliation rise in his chest as he realized he would have to go through with it, and the feeling amplified when he heard Brenda's laughter from the other side of the wall. She had been the first stripper to bring one of her customers up to the private dance booth.
He heard the muffled sounds of her conversation before her first private dance song started.
Gene couldn't help but feel a rush of fear and excitement as his stomach flip-flopped. He knew she was mere feet away in the booth right next to the hole where he would soon be servicing naked men.
He listened to the music playing and he imagined Brenda on the other side of the wall rubbing her naked body all over some strange man. Thoughts of someone getting to run his hands over her body just because they paid money, while he had to beg permission took him to another level of submission. He knew she was doing this for the pure sexual power and enjoying every minute of it.
It was as if this was some fucked-up game, and she was the one with all the fucking cards. Before he could even contemplate what was coming, Gene heard a creaking noise as the sliding plate in front of him opened with a soft click.
As he glanced up, gaping at the sight before him, Gene saw a pair of pale, muscular thighs stride confidently towards him. The man's masculine cock was already solidifying in the dimly lit corridor.
It was as thick and long as Brenda's wrist, and the head was already dribbling precum, leaving a trail of stickiness.
Gene's heart raced, but he knew there was no turning back now. His decision to submit to this new act with Brenda, Ava, and Jessica pushed him into a spiral of helplessness. The thought of his wife being on the other side of the wall, letting a stranger fuck her while he sucked this man off created some messed-up thrill that Gene couldn't shake off.
"Suck it, cuckold," Ava ordered, her tone harsh and demanding.
Gene didn't waste a single moment. His mouth opened widely, and he took the man's throbbing cock inside, his lips wrapping around the engorged head and feeling the warmth of the stranger's skin against his. Immediately, he could taste the man's precum, salty and musky.
As Gene sucked, the man thrust his hips against the wall and he heard Brenda on the other side urging him on. "That's it baby, just imagine it's my pussy your fucking. Unload those big blue balls of yours. Give me all your juicy cum."
Jessica laughed behind him, amused by how Brenda was dominating the situation on the other side of the wall. She loved the sound of Gene's gagging as he tried to hold his head in place.
At one point, the man thrust deep and Gene instinctively pulled back letting the wall protect his throat and Ava quickly hit the shock button. "Keep your lips against the hole, cocksucker. Make your mouth a cum receptacle for them."
Ava's voice was harsh, cold, and commanding. Gene could hear the sadistic delight in her tone.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forced his body to relax as much as he could. He wasn't ready to swallow these monstrous loads of seed yet, but he had to handle what came through that hole for now.
The first cock pressed against his lips, and Gene obediently opened up. He could feel the warm, wet skin on the underside of the shaft tease his tongue as it slid past his lips.
He tasted the man's precum, salty and pungent on his tongue, and the sensation of having a cock thrust into his mouth sent a ripple of excitement through his body. Gene couldn't help but imagine it was Brenda pushing the cock into him, whispering words of praise and encouragement as the stranger's hips pistoned back and forth.
Ava suddenly raised her voice again. "No teeth, Gene. Do you remember what I told you?"
Gene panicked and quickly released his grip on the invading member.
Ava barked, "Don't pull out, you worthless cuck!" and unhooked the shocker, slapping the remote on Gene's chastity device without warning.
Gene screamed in agony and hisorgasm came moments before he expected. The cock in his mouth, distracted by his sudden enthusiasm, began spraying Gene's mouth with warm, bitter streams of erotic cum that he desperately tried to swallow. The mixture of pain, humiliation, and pleasure induced a significant climax in Gene, which sent waves of euphoria coursing through his body.
As he sat back, gasping for breath, another door slid open and nasty looking uncut cock came through the hole.
It must have been at least 8 inches, with a foreskin that looked like it had not been pulled back in years.
Gene hesitantly sucked in the head, tasting the a peculiar funky smell of beer, sweat and cigarettes. . He heard another stripper on the other side, instructing this new customer while she danced.
"Come on, Gene, swallow that big fucking cock," Ava demanded, her tone firm and authoritative.
Jessica's laugh echoed in the room, adding to the mix of guilt, excitement, and shame swirling in Gene's body. He could feel his face burning as he felt another warm stream of cum fill his mouth and the taste of the cum was rancid making him gag and choke.
The cock in his mouth throbbed, reaching the back of his throat and choking him softly, before retreating momentarily. Gene didn't have much time to gulp down the load, as he heard another door slide open. The new cock was just as impressive as the previous one: it was thick, fleshy, and uncut.
Gene knew immediately how much effort would be needed to satisfy its owner, and although the previous load had made him sick, his mouth was watering at the thought of feeling that cock's warm meat slide down his throat.
Ava watched with glee as the foreskin slid back and forth over Gene's tongue. "Swallow it all Gene, every last drop that makes its way down here," she instructed mercilessly, pulling on his chastity device for emphasis.
Gene felt the weight of the metal around his wasted organ, a constant reminder that he only existed to pleasure others.
The cock was pulsing in his mouth now, desperate to empty itself, and Gene greedily swallowed the oozing liquid, his tongue massaging the underside as more semen filled his mouth.
His lips circled as far as they could around the thick cock, feeling each vein and pulse, causing ribbons of pre-cum to drip down the side of his mouth and onto his chest.
Ava smiled, watching in awe as Gene served an anonymous stranger for her sake.
"Fucking hell, Jess.
This is so fucking hot," Ava murmured, her voice dripping with awe and wanton desire.
The strip club's den of sin enthralled Jessica. The glittering chandeliers overhead cast an eerie glow over the plush velvet seating and polished bar. Pole dancers were surrounded by eager men, hungrily stuffing dollar bills into their garters as they gyrated on stage.
Gene, Brenda's husband, was kneeling before a glory hole, submitting to the cruel whims of the dancing divas surrounding him.
After the first few rounds, his cock was throbbing, begging for relief, trapped in a chastity device meant to remind him of his servitude. He could feel the sweat trickling down his forehead, stinging his eyes, but he showed no sign of slowing down.
Gene's breathing began growing more labored as he serviced each mysterious cock that penetrated his open, waiting mouth. He gagged once or twice, choking back the cum he was forced to ingest, but he never complained. His jaw and knees were killing him. His neck ached, and his throat was raw, but the cocks just kept on coming.
An hour later he heard Brenda's voice on the other side of the wall again and knew she had brought him yet another client. This man had a tiny little cock and Gene had to get up really close to the wall to suck it.
The man was fat and Gene could smell the rancid sweat coming off his body as he practically pressed his lips through the hole to suck the man off.
He tasted bitter alcohol on his tongue as the man groaned and pumped his tiny dick in and out of Gene's eager mouth.
"Fuck yeah, you love sucking that small cock don't you?" Ava taunted from her chair, getting off on Gene's obvious humiliation.
Gene imagined Brenda on the other side of the wall, laughing at him, enjoying every moment of his servitude to these strange men. She was probably picking the most disgusting men she could just to make his life harder. The thought made his own cock throb even harder, trapped in its chastity device as he sucked off another stranger.
Just as that thought flickered in his mind, he heard Brenda's voice on the other side of the wall once again.
"Ava, I got another one for him, this one's pretty hung," Brenda said as the sliding plate opened in front of Gene's face.
There it was, the intimidating tool that belonged to some faceless stranger. The man behind it pushed forward, and Gene couldn't help but marvel at the sheer enormity of it. A thick, veiny shaft with a fat, purple glans.
Brenda knew this one was definitely going to challenge Gene's abilities as a cock sucker. She waited until his dick was all the way in the hole and she gently rested her hand on the man's ass and stroked it as she listened to the Gene gagging on the other side of the wall.
"Swallow that fucking cock like a good little cucksucker. Ava commanded. "Keep your mouth up to that hole."
On the other side of the wall, Brenda slid a finger between the man's clenching cheeks and slipped it right up his ass causing him to buck and shoot the biggest load of his life into the mouth on the other side.
Gene had never tasted so much bitter, salty spunk in one go. Swallowing and gulping as quickly as he could, he was determined to fulfill this humiliating request.
His head was spinning, the stench of cigarettes and sweat clawing at the back of his throat, but still he did not falter.
"Good cocksucker." Ava praised while she jolted Gene's chastity device, rendering him momentarily powerless against the electric shock.
"Now, keep that mouth open and show me how you take each one of those cocks. Breathe through your nose, and for God's sake, keep those white boy lips tight around them. Let them unload those thick ropes of spunk in that slutty mouth. Imagine Brenda begging us to let you touch her soaking wet pussy while these men are emptying their sacs in your greedy mouth, filling you up to the brim.
Gene's head was spinning as he continued to service the parade of anonymous cock shoved through the hole. The idea of Brenda watching and commanding his actions only fueled his desire to please.
"Don't even think about stopping. I want you to savor every single drop," Brenda instructed, her sultry voice sending prickles down Gene's spine.
He willed himself to remember this moment, the degradation, the pain, the sheer volume of cum flooding his mouth and spilling down his chin.
After another hour, he was exhausted and covered in cum. There was jizz all over the filthy floor where it had spilled out of his mouth. He must have sucked over 50 cocks in 2 hours when he heard a knock on the door.
Angie and Brenda had come into the room to bring fresh drinks for the girls and check on progress.
Brenda strutted over to Gene who was kneeling on the filthy floor, his mouth slack from exhaustion. The room smelled of a mix of bitter cum, body odor, and sweat - a strange and depraved concoction.
"Looks like our boy Gene here is getting the hang of it!" Brenda exclaimed with a hint of amusement. Her gaze was filled with a mix of awe and lust as she leered at her husband.
"Keep sucking that dick, Gene. I want to see you swallow it all."
Gene felt a twinge of shame, but the images of Brenda's beautiful body dancing seductively on the other side of the wall were too enticing to resist.
As the man behind the wall moaned with pleasure, Gene sucked him off with all the energy he had left in him. His throat felt raw from the constant abuse, but he knew that his performance would earn him the praise of his wife and his fellow alpha females.
The man in front of him finally groaned with release. Gene felt a surge of bitterness fill his mouth, causing his stomach to twist in disgust.
He swallowed, not hesitant as he had been earlier, but proud of himself for achieving something so dirty for his wife's pleasure. Angie and Brenda exchanged a pleased glance, their cat eyes gleaming with wicked amusement as they watched this humble episode unfold.
Brenda slid the plate back in place, trapping the man's rod between them before she turned to face Gene.
Her face was flushed with excitement and her curly red hair cascaded down her shoulders in a river of fire.
"Well, well, well, look at my dirty little cucksucker," she cooed, taking a step closer to him. "You've done a pretty good job tonight, I have to admit. That must have tasted utterly disgusting."
She ran her hand down his cheek, tracing his jawline with the rough pad of her thumb. "But then again, that's the point, isn't it? To be my cumslut. My personal cumdump.
That's what you are, Gene," Brenda said, her smile never fading, even as her words stabbed at his self-worth.
"Yes, Brenda," he replied, his words barely audible.
He hated himself for agreeing with the new label she'd just pasted onto him. He wanted to shout at her and tell her that he was still a man, that while he might have willingly given up his mouth to all those filthy men, he still had a heart and mind that weren't so easily controlled.
But he knew that fighting back was useless; he'd given his power away to Brenda and Ava, and it wasn't his place to reclaim it.
Ava sat in the background, watching with an evil grin as Brenda took charge. "You've done a fantastic job tonight, sweetheart," she said to him, her voice dripping with a darker satisfaction, more cruel than before. "The girls say no one has ever made it 2 straight hours in the booth before."
"Thank you, Mistress," he obediently replied.
"But this floor Gene. That tells another story doesn't it. It shows how many loads you let slip through your lips and somebody is going to have to clean this mess up." Brenda said with false sweetness, gesturing to the murky puddle of spunk that lay upon the floor beneath Gene.
Gene looked down at the tangled mess of his own hair, the sticky substance that covered his face, and the shame that oozed deep within his soul, and he felt something twisting, deep within his bowels.
"No," he whispered, but it was nothing more than a sorrowful whimper.
"It's your mess Gene, you clean it up."
Gene looked down at the disgusting mess on the floor, a mix of grime and old cum. The floor probably hadn't been cleaned in years. And now Brenda expected him to lick it clean?
Nausea bubbled in the pit of his stomach.
"Please, no," Gene pleaded, but Ava smirked and waved the shocker's remote. Jessica was cackling with amusement and Angie stood stone-faced, her arms crossed, staring at Gene.
"Start cleaning up, slut," Ava ordered.
Gene leaned forward, his heart hammering as he stretched out his tongue to touch the floor. The coppery taste of old spunk mingled with the grit of dirt and dust.
Gene's stomach churned, a putrid mix of nausea and desperation, as he extended his tongue to lap at the dirty floor.
The very idea of it disgusted him, but there was no going back now. He had willingly entered into this world with Brenda, and he knew he couldn't turn back now. He belonged to her and the other women in this room; he had given himself over to their perverse pleasures completely.
Gene ran his tongue over the rough, cold surface, collecting the vile residue left by countless others.
How many men had unloaded their balls on this floor before him?
The stench of cigarettes, cheap alcohol, sweat, and days-old semen filled his nostrils. Bile rose into Gene's throat, and he struggled to keep from vomiting.
Ava loomed over him, the crack of her riding crop against her palm setting the rhythm for his tongue's movements. Each lash urged him to continue, a reminder that this was his new reality: a world where he no longer had any power or say in his own humiliations.
He pushed on, extending his tongue as far as it could go to lap at the filth on the floor. Each lap left him gagging, his throat aching from the acidic semen, but the women's jeers and laughter filled him with rage, pushing him towards the hard-won end.
After fifteen minutes of diligent effort, the floor was once again passable under his bare knees.
Gene remained kneeling, his torso still heaving with exhaustion from the previous round of cock sucking. Sweat dripped from his nose as he stared at the filthy floor in front of him, contemplating the humiliating acts he'd committed for Brenda tonight.
"Well done, Gene," Ava remarked in her deep, husky tone. A quick glance at his wife's face confirmed the mischievous glimmer that shone in her intense brown eyes. Brenda was undoubtedly enjoying herself tonight, taking perverse pleasure in Gene's servitude.
"Now don't think I'd allow that nasty tongue anywhere near me for at least a week."
Brenda said cruelly as Gene's task came to an end. Gene didn't dare make eye contact with Brenda as he stood, struggling to push the thoughts of what he had just done out of his mind. He was trembling and feeling overwhelmed, his body exhausted from the events of the night.
"Shall we introduce your husband to the rest of the girls that kept him fed all night?" Angie asked Brenda, already knowing her answer.
Brenda nodded her head and grabbed Gene's leash leading him out of the room and into the main part of the club following Angie's lead. Gene followed her on his hands and knees, his face and naked body covered in cum. Jessica, and Ava all followed along behind to watch.
As Gene followed his mistress, he couldn't help but note the speculative looks thrown his way by the other strippers and patrons. It was clear that this was their first time witnessing such a spectacle. He could overhear snippets of their shocked and lewd comments over the music.
"Look at that cummy mess all over his body!" What the fuck has he been doing?" "That's so fucking disgusting." "What a loser."
He felt humiliated beyond belief, but at the same time, Gene couldn't help but feel excited by the attention.
Angie and Brenda led Gene across the crowded bar and into the stripper dressing room. Jessica, Ava, and three other dancers trailed behind, whispering to each other as they snickered at Gene's cum-covered appearance.
The neon lights flickered in the cramped space, illuminating a jungle of makeup bags, hair dryers, and high heels. Despite the cluttered environment, it was obvious the dancers took pride in their space. The smell of hairspray and coconut oil permeated the room as they entered.
"So let me introduce you to the ladies that kept you fed all night." Angie said with a smirk. "This is Lisa" she announced, gesturing toward a leggy blonde stripper lounging in one of the chairs.
Lisa looked at him and smiled. "I'm the one that brought you that really stinky guy. Normally we don't try to talk guys like that into a dance, but Brenda asked us to find the nastiest dicks we could tonight for you to suck."
Lisa took a drag on her cigarette and blew out a plume of smoke. Gene couldn't help but feel a pang of regret at realizing she was the one who had subjected him to the foul-smelling cock. The smell of her smoke was not much better.
"Next is Holly," Angie continued, her tone brisk and unapologetic as she motioned towards a pale, skinny brunette in over-the-knee stockings and a black miniskirt.
Holly grinned devilishly, a flash of metal piercing her tongue. She leaned forward and winked at Gene. "I brought you a couple of cocks tonight. My favorite was the huge uncut dick. It was so much fun hearing you gag on that one."
Holly's words sent a shiver down Gene's spine, the mix of pleasure and shame he felt towards satisfying these women was dizzying. The thrill of his dark secret humiliations exhilarated him but at the same time, he couldn't shake off the self-loathing that slowly started creeping in.
Angie smirked at Gene as she then continued, "And this is Mandy."
A tall, curvy redhead with freckles, her emerald eyes were locked on Gene in a look of disgust. "You are one disgusting motherfucker. You know that right?"
she said, enunciating each word. "A fucking worm, not a man." Mandy said, her voice dripping with venom as she bent down and grabbed Gene's balls, giving them a firm squeeze.
Brenda watched as Gene's face twisted in pain.
She knew he'd never forget this moment, the moment when he'd been publicly humiliated and stripped of his last bit of male pride.
He was their cumslut now, their toy to torment and pleasure at their will.
"You've made a lot of money for these girls tonight and as agreed, your wife gets 20% of the take." Angie said, handing Brenda a wad of bills."
Brenda looked down at the stack of money and smiled back at the girls. "Well I certainly didn't do this for the money, but I'm going to put it to good use. I think I'll use it to take one of my lovers on a cruise. It won't cover the total cost, but Gene can do another shift while I'm on vacation to pay for the rest."
Brenda smirked at the blatantly stunned expressions on the faces of Mandy, Holly and Lisa.
Jessica broke out into excited laughter, breaking the tension. I think that's an appropriate way to put the cuckold in his place. Ava and I will be happy to supervise in your absence.
Gene was stunned and devastated by their words. He was going to have to endure this hell again while his wife was spending his hard earned money on a romantic vacation with one of her many lovers.
Sickening thoughts raced through Gene's mind as he kneeled there before the strippers, each of whom seemed to be taking great delight in ridiculing him.
Despite his growing fear of losing his place in their marriage, Gene couldn't ignore the twisted fascination that had taken hold of him. His body was tingling with anticipation for the next round of filthy desires his wife and friends would ask him to fulfill.
The blatant humiliation and public degradation only amplified his darkest fantasies.
Gene didn't dare to contemplate the implications, but deep down, he knew this degrading process excited him beyond measure.
"We will put him to work any time you want Brenda" Angie said with the other girls voicing their agreement.
Brenda brought an end to the discussion, turning toward Gene with a cold, calculating smile. "Well darling, you did such a wonderful job tonight. would you like a chance to orgasm yourself?" Brenda said teasingly holding up the key to his chastity cage.
"I think you've earned yourself a little reward, don't you think?” She said, her eyes gleaming with sexy amusement.
Gene nodded desperately, unable to find any words. His body thrummed with anticipation, the familiar hunger for release coursing through his veins.
Brenda bent down and unlocked his caged cock which immediately swelled to full size with a painful rush of blood.
"I'm going to allow you to masturbate in front of these ladies, but I want you to recite something over and over again while you do it.
I think it'll be quite fitting," Brenda said with a sly smile.
Gene looked up at his wife, his member still throbbing painfully from being locked away for so long. "What do you want me to say?" he asked, his voice laden with both anticipation and fear.
Brenda leaned down so she was eye-to-eye with him, her lips curling into a menacing smile. "I want you to say,
"I'm nothing but a helpless, filthy little cock slut. I deserve every ounce of disgust and humiliation heaped upon me.'" Brenda whispered wickedly into Gene's ear. Her voice sent chills down his spine as he tried to absorb the words that had just been spoken to him.
He looked at her, shocked and hurt, but she didn't seem to notice. Gene felt an inexplicable rush of emotions as the words he had been forced to repeat left his mouth over and over.
The other women watched him, some with disgust, others with intrigue as they watched this man, their plaything, stroke himself roughly.
At the same time, Gene couldn't help but feel a deep sense of shame for the pitiful display he must have looked like, his dick in his hand as he recited his self-inflicted humiliation.
"Jeez, you are so pathetic." Jessica said. "I can't believe I ever found you attractive." Jessica smirked, looking at Gene with a mix of disgust and pity.
Her words struck Gene to his core as he realized how far he had fallen.
He had become someone who gained pleasure from self-degradation at the hands of others, a laughingstock for all to see. But this was it. His chance for release.
He jerked his cock frantically, continuing to repeat the humiliating phrase while the strippers laughed and jeered at him.
His desire to cum was so overpowering that tears began to well up in his eyes.
Brenda reveled in his pain, feeling her own arousal spike as he degraded himself for her and the others. It turned her on knowing he was at her mercy and that she held the key to his satisfaction.
Feeling her pussy moisten with anticipation, she ordered, "Come for them, cocksucker. Show these ladies how much of a humiliated, desperate cum slut you really are."
Gene stroked himself even faster, the crowd of women looking on with a mixture of mockery and amusement. His entire life had been reduced to this – a pitiful plea for release while humiliating himself in front of strangers.
But as he looked up into Brenda's eyes – so full of contempt and dominance – he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming desire to fulfill her wishes.
"I'm nothing but a helpless, filthy little cock slut. I deserve every ounce of disgust and humiliation heaped upon me," he repeated, his voice trembling with shame.
His cock throbbed in his hand as he stroked it, faster and faster, sweat dripping from his brow as he approached the brink of ecstasy.
"When your finished, you'll be licking your nasty dick snot off the floor, bitch" Brenda commanded.
With one final thrust, Gene's release overcame him. His body shuddered with the force of his orgasm.
The room filled with the sound of his own ragged panting and the sickly-sweet smell of semen.
He ejaculated hard onto the dirty floor. Gene couldn't remember the last time he'd come so intensely, the pleasure was so overwhelming.
His entire body tingled as he caught his breath. His heart pounded in his chest and his legs felt like jelly.
"See ladies, just the thought of being able to slurp down some more cum was enough to make him explode. He's such a cum slut." Brenda said, sneering at her husband's pathetic display addressing all of the women.
The watching women all broke out in laughter. Gene heard Mandy say "What a gross fucking pervert."
"Now lap up your mess and let's get you home." Brenda commanded.
Gene groaned at her words, completely spent but more humiliated than ever. Still, he couldn't help but react to her demanding tone.
He bent down on his hands and knees and began to awkwardly lick his jizz off the tainted club floor.
Brenda smirked as she watched him demean himself, her hand subconsciously sliding up and down her inner thigh, teasing herself in front of her friends and the other dancers.
Once Gene was finished and back on his feet, Brenda addressed the group of women.
"Well ladies, I think it's time we head home. Thanks for the great evening and Gene's services tonight."
Angie replied, "Of course Brenda, your husband is a wonderful addition to our club's atmosphere. I hope you'll consider bringing him back soon."
The other women nodded in agreement, some of them casting mocking or dirty looks toward Gene, who felt a sudden surge of shame wash over him. It wasn't just embarrassment that coursed through his veins, but something deeper; an intense wave of humiliation that threatened to drown him.