Chapter 19: Forced Fluffing Exhibition
Arthur arrived at home to find Eleanor having drinks with Mark and Leo. There was also a 3rd man there that he didn't know. As he walked in the door, Eleanor smiled at him from across the room.
"We've been waiting for you, honey. Come on in and strip down. Let's get this party started." She said with a wicked smile.
"Come on, Arthur. Don't keep us waiting. We've got a special guest tonight."
Arthur hesitated at the threshold of the living room, his fingers tightening around the strap of his briefcase. The scent of whiskey and cologne hung thick in the air, mingling with the faint, musky aroma of sex that seemed to cling to every surface of the house now. The men lounged on the couch and armchairs like kings holding court, their broad shoulders and confident postures making the space feel smaller, more claustrophobic.
Mark, the muscular builder who had first broken Eleanor's marriage vows, leaned back with a lazy grin, his arm draped over the back of the couch.
His biceps strained against the sleeves of his tight black t-shirt, the fabric clinging to the sweat still glistening on his skin. He smirked at Arthur, his teeth white and even, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Took you long enough, buddy," Mark said, his voice a deep, mocking rumble. "We were starting to think you'd chickened out." He could feel the weight of their gazes on him—the way their eyes raked over his body, taking in his softness, his lack of muscle, the way his clothes hung loosely on his frame.
He was a ghost in his own home, a shadow of the man he used to be.
Eleanor sat perched on the arm of the couch, her legs crossed in a way that made her short dress ride up just enough to tease. Her fingers toyed with the stem of her wine glass, her nails painted a deep red that matched the flush in her cheeks. She smiled at him, but there was something predatory in the way her lips curled, something that made his stomach twist.
"Come on, Arthur," she said, her voice smooth as honey. "Strip down to your cage and get down on your knees. You get to participate today." She commanded with a little chuckle.
"We've got a surprise for you."
Arthur's breath caught in his throat. His hands trembled as he set down his briefcase, the leather thudding softly against the hardwood floor. The weight of their stares pressed down on him like a physical force. He could feel the heat rising in his face, his skin prickling with humiliation.
He swallowed hard, his throat dry. The room seemed to tilt slightly, the edges of his vision blurring as he focused on Eleanor's smirk. She was enjoying this. They all were.
"Now, Arthur," Eleanor said, her voice sharp with impatience.
"Stop dithering like a little girl and strip."
The men chuckled as Arthur hesitated, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. The fabric clung to his sweaty palms, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. He could feel their eyes on him—Mark’s smirking amusement, Leo’s predatory gaze, and the stranger’s cool assessment. His stomach twisted as he pulled the shirt over his head, the fabric catching on his glasses for a moment before he could free himself.
The cool air of the living room hit his bare skin, making him shiver.
His fingers trembled as he undid his belt, the metallic *clink* of the buckle loud in the sudden silence. The weight of their stares pressed down on him like a physical force, their amusement palpable as he stepped out of his pants, leaving him standing in nothing but his steel chastity cage.
"Pathetic," Mark muttered, shaking his head. "Look at that tiny little thing. Locked up as it should be."
Arthur’s face burned as he stood in front of them, completely exposed. The cold air of the living room raised goosebumps on his skin, his small cock barely visible through the bars of the cage.
"Honey, I'm going to give you a chance to earn an orgasm tonight. Would you like that, sweetie?" Eleanor asked with a sly smile.
She knew exactly how to manipulate him. She had spent weeks studying his reactions, learning what buttons to push to make him squirm. The way his face flushed with humiliation, the way his tiny cock twitched helplessly in its cage—it was all so predictable now. She could see the way he was already trembling, his fingers twitching at his sides as he stood there naked and exposed.
"Get on your knees, Arthur," she commanded, her voice firm. "We have a special guest tonight, and I want you to make him feel welcome."
Arthur hesitated for a fraction of a second before sinking to his knees, the hardwood floor cold against his bare skin.
His heart pounded in his chest like a trapped animal, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. The men watched him with predatory amusement, their eyes raking over his exposed body.
Eleanor leaned forward, her dress riding up just enough to tease the curve of her thigh. "Now, Arthur," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness, "I want you to meet Finn. Finn, this is my husband, Arthur."
The stranger—Finn—stepped forward, his presence filling the room. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with the kind of rugged confidence that made Arthur feel even smaller.
His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his smile was easy, but there was something in his eyes that made Arthur’s stomach twist—something knowing, almost amused.
"Nice to meet you, Arthur," Finn said, his voice smooth and deep as he looked down at Arthur kneeling in front of him.
Eleanor smirked, watching the exchange with obvious delight.
"Finn here is a friend of Leo's. He's been hearing all about you, Arthur. And he's *very* interested in meeting you properly."
Finn's grin widened, his teeth flashing white against his tanned skin. "That's right. Leo's told me *everything* about you." His gaze flicked down to Arthur's caged cock, and Arthur felt his face burn. "Though I have to say, in person, you're even more... *adorable* than I expected."
Arthur's stomach twisted. The way Finn said "adorable" made it sound like an insult. He could feel the weight of all three men's stares on him, their amusement palpable.
"Unzip him honey. I want you to greet him properly, with your mouth." Eleanor said sternly, looking in Arthur's eyes.
"You heard me, Arthur. Unzip Finn's pants. I want you to show him how much you love to serve. It's time to take your service to the next level."
Arthur’s fingers trembled as he reached for Finn’s belt buckle. The cold metal bit into his skin as he fumbled with the clasp, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. The weight of Finn’s gaze pressed down on him like a physical force, the man’s smirk never wavering as Arthur’s hands worked clumsily at his waistband.
The zipper was loud in the silence of the room, the sound sharp and final. Arthur could feel the heat radiating off Finn’s body, the musky scent of cologne and sweat filling his senses.
His fingers trembled as he hooked them into the waistband of Finn’s boxers, pulling them down just enough to expose the thick, veiny cock beneath. It was already half-hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum, and Arthur’s stomach twisted at the sight.
"Go on, then," Finn said, his voice low and mocking. "You know what to do."
Arthur hesitated, his throat tight. He could feel Eleanor’s eyes on him, her smirk practically burning into the side of his face. The other men were watching too, their laughter barely suppressed.
"Don’t keep him waiting, Arthur," Eleanor purred. "Get that hard cock in your mouth like a good little bitch." Eleanor said, her voice dripping with cruel amusement.
Arthur's hands shook as he wrapped his fingers around the thick base of Finn's cock, the heat of it burning into his palm like a brand. The veins pulsed beneath his touch, the skin stretched taut over the rigid shaft. The scent of musk and sweat filled his nostrils, thick and intoxicating, making his head spin. He could see the glistening bead of pre-cum welling at the tip, and his stomach twisted with a mix of revulsion and desperate arousal.
Finn let out a low, mocking chuckle. "Look at him, boys. He's practically drooling over my dick.
That's it, cuck. Open that pathetic little mouth of yours and show me what you can do."
Arthur’s fingers trembled as he guided Finn’s thick cock toward his lips. The weight of it pressed against his tongue, the salty taste of pre-cum already coating his taste buds. He could feel the veins pulsing beneath his fingers, the heat radiating from Finn’s body like a furnace.
"Fuck, look at him," Mark chuckled from the couch. "He’s actually doing it. What a fucking loser."
Arthur’s cheeks burned with humiliation, but his cock twitched helplessly in its cage, betraying his arousal.
He could feel Eleanor’s eyes boring into him, her smirk practically burning into his skin as he parted his lips and took the thick head of Finn’s cock into his mouth. The taste was salty and musky, the pre-cum already coating his tongue, making his stomach clench with a mix of disgust and desperate need.
Finn groaned, his fingers tangling in Arthur’s hair as he pushed deeper. "That’s it, you little slut," Finn growled, his voice rough with amusement. "Take it like a good cuck. Show me how much you love being my little bitch."
Arthur gagged as Finn’s cock hit the back of his throat, the thick shaft stretching his lips obscenely.
His eyes watered, his fingers digging into Finn’s thighs as he fought for breath. The men’s laughter filled the room, sharp and mocking, as Eleanor watched with cruel amusement.
"Look at him choke on it," Leo chuckled, leaning forward from the couch. "Pathetic little thing can’t even take a real cock."
Finn’s fingers tightened in Arthur’s hair, forcing him deeper. "Swallow it, cuck," he growled. "Take every inch like the good little bitch you are."
Arthur’s throat spasmed around the thick intrusion, his nose pressing into the coarse hair at Finn’s base.
The man’s cock pulsed against his tongue, hot and alive, filling him in a way that made his stomach clench with humiliation. He could feel the veins throbbing, the weight of Finn’s balls resting against his chin as the man fucked his face with slow, deliberate thrusts.
"Fuck, look at him," Mark chuckled, leaning forward from the couch. "He’s actually taking it. What a disgusting little slut."
Arthur’s eyes watered, his fingers digging into Finn’s thighs as he fought for breath. The taste of pre-cum and sweat coated his tongue, thick and salty, making his stomach twist with revulsion.
Suddenly, Arthur heard a new voice and his stomach twisted in shame as he recognized Moira's voice.
"Wow, I never would have thought I would see my boss on his knees sucking dick. Eleanor, you have done such a number on him." Moira's voice was dripping with cruel amusement as she stepped into the room, her curvy figure clad in a tight black dress that hugged her every curve. Her brunette hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her lips were painted a deep red that matched the flush in her cheeks. She smirked at Arthur, her eyes gleaming with delight as she took in the pathetic sight of him on his knees, his mouth stretched obscenely around Finn’s thick cock.
Arthur’s eyes widened in shock, his throat working around the thick intrusion as he tried to pull back, but Finn’s fingers tightened in his hair, holding him in place.
His cock throbbed against Arthur’s tongue, the salty tang of pre-cum flooding his mouth as he gagged, tears streaming down his face. The humiliation burned hotter than ever, knowing Moira—his assistant, the woman he had once flirted with—was now witnessing his complete degradation.
"Look at you, Arthur. My little cuckold husband, on his knees with another man’s cock in your mouth. And in front of *Moira*, no less. How does it feel, sweetie? Does it make that tiny little cock of yours ache in its cage?" Eleanor asked with a cruel smile.
Arthur whimpered around the thick shaft, his eyes pleading as he tried to pull back, but Finn’s grip was unyielding. Moira’s laughter filled the room, sharp and mocking, as she circled around him like a predator stalking prey.
"Fuck, I can’t believe I’m seeing this," Moira said, her voice dripping with amusement.
"My little boss on his knees, taking dick like a good slut. And look at him—he’s *loving* it." She reached down and ran her fingers through Arthur’s hair, gripping it tightly as she forced his face deeper onto Finn’s cock. "That’s it, you pathetic little cuck. Show us how much you love being used."
Arthur gagged as Finn’s thick cock pressed deeper into his throat, the veins pulsing against his tongue. The taste of pre-cum and sweat filled his mouth, thick and salty, making his stomach twist with humiliation.
Finn took advantage of Moira holding Arthur still and started thrusting into his mouth and fucking his face.
The room erupted into laughter as Arthur gagged and choked on the thick cock, saliva dripping down his chin and onto his chest. His eyes watered, tears streaming down his face as Finn's balls slapped against his chin with each thrust.
"Fuck, look at him," Leo said, leaning forward with a smirk. "He's actually taking it like a good little bitch. I never thought I'd see the day when Arthur Penhaligon would be on his knees sucking cock like a fucking whore."
Eleanor laughed, her eyes gleaming with cruel delight as she watched her husband struggle. "I know, right? And he *loves* it.
The thought made Eleanor’s pussy clench as she watched Arthur’s pathetic little body shake with humiliation. His tiny cock twitched helplessly in its cage, betraying his arousal even as his face burned with shame. She could see the way his fingers dug into Finn’s thighs, the way his throat worked around the thick cock stretching his lips obscenely.
"Look at him," Moira purred, her fingers still tangled in Arthur’s hair, forcing him deeper onto Finn’s cock. "He’s *begging* for it. His little cage is so tight, his pathetic dick can’t even get hard.
I bet he’s leaking like a fucking faucet right now, just from the humiliation of having his face fucked by a real man. Look at him choke on it. He’s such a good little cuck, taking every inch like the pathetic bitch he is.
Arthur’s throat burned as Finn’s thick cock slid deeper, his nose pressing into the coarse hair at the base. His fingers dug into Finn’s thighs, his nails leaving half-moon marks in the man’s skin as he fought for breath.
"OMG, that tight throat is going to make me cum." Finn groaned picking up his pace.
Arthur started to panic as he realized what was about to happen. He was struggling to breath and tried to pull back, but Moira was holding his head firmly from behind.
Finn was thrusting into his mouth with short, hard strokes, his cock sliding in and out of Arthur’s throat with wet, sloppy sounds. Arthur could feel the thick veins pulsing against his tongue, the salty pre-cum coating his throat with every thrust.
Moira stood behind him and pressed her crotch into the back of Arthur's head while Finn continued to fuck his mouth. She could feel every thrust through her dripping pussy as she watched her boss struggling to breath.
Arthur’s eyes watered, his throat burning as Finn’s cock hit the back of his throat over and over again. He could feel the man’s balls slapping against his chin with each thrust, the weight of them pressing down on his face.
The taste of pre-cum and sweat filled his mouth, thick and salty, making his stomach twist with revulsion. His throat burned as Finn’s thick cock slid deeper, his nose pressing into the coarse hair at the base. He tried to pull back, but Moira's crotch was holding his head firmly from behind. Finn started to pant and his balls bunched up as he approached his orgasm.
Arthur could feel the veins in Finn’s cock pulse as he started to cum. The first thick rope of cum shot down Arthur’s throat, making him gag and choke. Finn’s cock pulsed again and again, filling Arthur’s mouth with salty, sticky cum. Arthur’s throat worked as he tried to swallow, but it was too much. Cum dripped from his lips, running down his chin and onto his chest.
"Fuck, look at that," Moira said, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. "He’s such a good little cum dump.
Look at him swallow that load like a hungry whore." Moira cooed, her fingers tightening in Arthur’s hair as she forced his face deeper onto Finn’s pulsing cock. Arthur gagged, his throat working desperately to keep up with the thick, salty ropes of cum flooding his mouth. The men’s laughter filled the room, sharp and mocking, as Eleanor watched with cruel delight.
Finn’s cock twitched in Arthur’s throat, still spurting thick streams of cum that coated his tongue and dripped down his chin. The taste was overwhelming—saltier than anything Arthur had ever experienced, thick and viscous, filling his mouth until he could barely breathe.
Arthur choked and thick cum shot out of his nose mixing with the tears running down his face.
His throat burned as he struggled to swallow the last of Finn's load, but the man was still pumping into his mouth, his cock twitching with each spurt. The taste was overwhelming—salty, musky, and thick—coating his tongue and dripping down his chin in sticky ropes. His cage dug painfully into his tiny, useless cock as it throbbed with humiliation and desperate arousal.
"Fucking hell, look at him," Leo said, leaning forward with a smirk. "He's actually *swallowing* it like a good little slut.
Look at his pathetic face, covered in cum and tears," Moira said, her voice dripping with cruel amusement as she tightened her grip on Arthur's hair, forcing his face deeper onto Finn's still-pulsing cock.
Arthur gagged violently, his throat spasming around the thick shaft as another thick rope of cum shot down his throat. His eyes watered, tears streaming down his face and mixing with the cum dripping from his nose and chin. The salty, musky taste of Finn’s cum filled his mouth, coating his tongue and making his stomach churn with humiliation.
"Fuck, that's it, cuck," Finn groaned, his voice rough with satisfaction as he finally pulled his cock from Arthur's mouth.
Arthur collapsed on messy floor gasping for breath in total shame. He couldn't believe he had sunk to this level, but his little dick was still straining against the cage, responding to the humiliation as the laughter rang out around him.
"Oh you did such a good job, sweetie. You've earned a release." Eleanor said with a smile as she knelt down and used the key around her neck to unlock the cruel chastity cage cutting into his tender flesh.
She pulled it away and Arthur's tiny cock sprang free, already twitching with desperate need. The men laughed as they watched the pathetic little thing stand up, barely an inch long even when fully erect.
"Look at that pathetic little thing," Mark said with a sneer. "I bet it can't even reach her pussy without a step stool."
Eleanor smirked as she looked up at Moira. "Now you can see why I cuckold him. Can you believe I put up with this little dicklet for years? Fuck, he never was able to give me an orgasm with that little thing. I was so fucking sexually frustrated until I learned about his twisted kinks." Eleanor said with a cruel smile as she looked at Arthur's tiny cock. "And now I get to enjoy all the benefits of a real man while keeping my pathetic little husband around as my personal cuckold and sex slave."
Arthur's face burned with humiliation as he knelt on the floor, his tiny cock twitching helplessly in the air. He could feel the weight of everyone's stares on him, their amusement and disgust palpable. The men's laughter filled the room, sharp and mocking, as Eleanor stood over him with a cruel smile. He looked up at Moira and saw the amused disgust in her eyes and felt a fresh wave of shame and lust.
He had fantasized about her for years, imagining her soft curves, her full lips, the way she would taste if he ever got to kiss her. But now, as she looked down at him with a smirk, he knew he would never get that chance. He was just a pathetic little cuck, a joke to her. The thought made his tiny cock twitch in its cage, betraying his arousal even as his face burned with humiliation.
Eleanor smirked down at him, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement as she reached down and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at her. "Look at you, Arthur," she said, her voice dripping with mockery.
"You're so pathetic, kneeling there with your tiny little cock twitching like a worm on a hook. You can't please a woman, so you might as well please men."
Arthur whimpered, his face burning with shame as her fingers tightened around his chin. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the scent of her perfume—something floral and intoxicating—mixing with the musk of sex that hung heavy in the air. His tiny cock throbbed, desperate for release, but he knew it would never be enough. Not for her. Not for any of them.
"Beg Moira to let you jerk your little dick," Eleanor demanded, her voice sharp as a blade.
"Show her how desperate you are for even a second of pleasure."
Arthur’s breath hitched. His fingers twitched at his sides, his tiny cock already leaking pathetically in its cage. The humiliation burned through him, but the need was stronger—raw, desperate, impossible to ignore.
"P-Please," he stammered, his voice cracking as he looked up at Moira. "Please... let me touch myself. I-I need it. I need to cum."
Moira smirked, her red lips curling into a cruel smile. "Oh, you *want* to cum?" she purred, running a finger along his jawline.
"You think you deserve to cum, Arthur? After all the years you spent pretending to be a man when you’re nothing but a pathetic little cuckold?"
Eleanor’s fingernails dug into his scalp as she yanked his head back. "Beg harder, you worthless piece of shit. Show her how much you need it."
Arthur’s throat tightened, his breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps. "P-Please, Moira," he whimpered, his voice trembling. "I’ll do anything. I’ll lick your feet, I’ll clean your toilet with my tongue, I’ll—"
Moira’s laughter cut him off, sharp and mocking.
"Oh, Arthur," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "You’re *so* pathetic. But fine. Since you begged so nicely..." She reached down and grabbed his tiny, twitching cock between her thumb and forefinger, pinching it just hard enough to make him gasp. "You can jerk yourself off. But only while I watch. And only if you lick all the jizz off the floor while you're doing it."
Moira said as she let go of Arthur's tiny cock and stepped back, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.
Arthur’s face burned with humiliation as he looked down at the sticky mess on the floor—thick ropes of Finn’s cum smeared across the hardwood, glistening under the dim lamp light. His tiny cock throbbed painfully in his hand, desperate for release, but the thought of what he was about to do made his stomach twist with shame.
"Go on, cuck," Eleanor purred, her voice dripping with mockery. "Get down there and clean up your mess.
Lick every last drop off the floor like the pathetic little cumslut you are." Moira commanded as she looked down at Arthur with cruel amusement.
Arthur hesitated for a moment, his tiny cock twitching in his hand as he stared at the sticky mess on the floor. The scent of Finn's cum filled his nostrils, thick and musky, making his stomach clench with disgust and arousal. He could feel the weight of everyone's stares on him, their laughter and mockery pressing down like a physical force. His lust got the better of him and he started stroking his tiny dick as he knelt down and slid his tongue across the dirty mess in shame.
The salty, thick cum coated his tongue as he lapped it up, the taste making his stomach churn. He could feel the men's eyes on him, their laughter ringing in his ears as he swallowed the bitter load.
"Oh, look at him go," Moira cooed, her voice dripping with mockery. "He's *loving* this. The pathetic little cuck is getting off on being humiliated."
Arthur's tiny cock throbbed in his hand as he continued to stroke it, his fingers working desperately over the small shaft. The humiliation burned through him, but the sensation of his own touch was too much to resist.
Arthur’s tiny cock throbbed in his hand, the sensitive skin slick with pre-cum as he stroked himself, his fingers barely able to wrap around the minuscule shaft. The taste of Finn’s cum still lingered on his tongue, bitter and salty, but the shame of it only made his pathetic little dick pulse harder.
"Look at him," Leo chuckled, leaning back on the couch with a smirk. "He's actually getting off on licking up Finn's cum. What a fucking degenerate."
Arthur whimpered, his face burning as he continued to lap at the sticky mess on the floor, his tongue swirling through the thick ropes of cum.
The salty, musky taste filled his mouth, making his stomach clench with disgust and shame. His tiny cock throbbed in his hand, the sensitive skin slick with pre-cum, his fingers working frantically over the small shaft.
"Fuck, look at that pathetic little thing," Mark said, leaning forward with a sneer. "He’s actually getting off on this.
Arthur’s cheeks flushed with humiliation as he felt the men’s eyes on him, their laughter ringing in his ears. His fingers tightened around his tiny cock, stroking it with desperate, jerky motions as he felt his own orgasm coming.
His breath came in ragged gasps, his face burning with humiliation and arousal as he licked the last of Finn's cum from the floor. His tongue swirled through the sticky mess, lapping up every last drop as his pathetic little dick throbbed in his hand.
"Look at that pathetic little thing," Mark sneered, his voice dripping with disgust. "He's actually getting off on licking up another man's cum.
Arthur whimpered, his tiny cock twitching in his hand as he continued to stroke it, his fingers working desperately over the small shaft. His balls ached, tight and full, as he felt his orgasm building. Suddenly, he spurted in shame as everyone roared with laughter.
His tiny cock twitched as it shot a pathetic little load of cum onto the floor. The men laughed as they watched the pathetic little thing spurt, his tiny dick barely even twitching as it shot out a few pitiful drops of cum.
"Fuck, look at that," Leo said, leaning forward with a smirk. "He's actually cumming. What a disgusting little pervert." Moira sneered as she watched Arthur's pathetic little cock twitch and spurt a few pathetic little droplets of cum onto the hardwood floor.
"Look at that, boys. He actually came from licking up Finn's cum like a fucking dog." Eleanor said with a cruel smile as she looked down at her husband's tiny cock.
Arthur's face burned with shame as he looked down at the tiny puddle of cum on the floor. His tiny cock twitched pathetically, barely even hard anymore as he realized what he had just done.
His cum was a sad little puddle on the floor, barely enough to even call a load. The men’s laughter echoed around him, sharp and cruel, as Moira stepped forward, her high heels clicking against the hardwood.
“Look at that pathetic little mess,” Moira sneered, nudging the tiny puddle of cum with the toe of her shoe. “You call that an orgasm? That’s not even enough to make a proper stain. You’re fucking disgusting, Arthur.”
Arthur whimpered, his face burning with humiliation as he looked up at her. His tiny cock was already softening, his balls aching from the shame of it all. His orgasm over, he was left with the cold shame of what he had done. He would never be able to look Moira in the face again.
The thought of seeing her at work tomorrow made his stomach twist with shame. He had just humiliated himself in front of her, and now she knew exactly what a pathetic little cuck he was. He had let his lust lead him down this path and there was no return.