Cuckold Birth Control Methods Tested

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Based on a real fantasy.

This is a story about cum eating and pregnancy risk.

Many people will be outraged by the title alone: why would a cuck want to stop his wife from getting pregnant from her superior (in our case black) bull? Before I go any further, I'd like to point out that the following methods only work if the Bull and your wife also wants to avoid pregnancy - indeed, they were all suggested by Mike (my wife's bull of five years) and Rachel (my wife). My wife does eventually want to have his babies, but both she and Mike have agreed to hold off for a while longer.

She's on the pill at the moment, but Mike has impregnated two women who were (supposedly) on BC pills since we met

I signed the relevant papers early on*, so, barring something odd happening, I'm expecting to start raising Mike's kids at some point. Naturally this will get in the way of many of the more fun aspects of being a cuckold, s. Below are some of the methods we've been trying and their relative strengths/weaknesses.

'Pussy Free White Boy' (PFWB)

Mike's first suggestion was that I voluntarily (but permanently) abstain from sexual intercourse with Rachel. I was initially skeptical of this approach, but Mike offered quite a convincing explanation: whilst it was desperately unlikely I would actually impregnate my wife - we were, on paper, having sex monthly at that point (in practice it was closer to 1 month in 3) and Rachel insisted I use condoms - Mike said it was about ownership. If I was still intruding on his territory, to borrow a phrase of his, he felt a greater need to mark it as his. In practice this meant he was cumming as deep as he could, as often as he could. He confessed he had, once or twice, been about to text Rachel and tell her to flush her BC pills but decided against it. I felt a little offended by the idea that my wife was 'territory' to be 'owned' in this manner, and I made it clear to her that I would continue to have sex with her as often as she wanted, but in deference to Mike I would no longer expect sex on every 1st Sunday of the month. It would be totally up to her.**

Has it worked? Mike used to finish inside Rachel's pussy as much as he possibly could - even oral sex would usually culminate with him fucking her vaginally and cumming as deep as possible. After I was cut off, Mike seemed more comfortable cumming on or in other parts of Rachel's body, particularly when I was not present. Mike had not specifically stated this would be part of the approach, but he began denying me the right to even watch him and Rachel's love making. For the first six months of their relationship, I'd been present for almost every session, particularly those in our own home. This dropped to less than half, but I noted the cum I was told to clean was less likely to be in her pussy on these occasions.

Rachel began having anal sex at this point. Whilst I was a little hurt that she gave this privilege to Mike after denying it to me for so many years, I appreciated she was doing what she could to forestall pregnancy. I brought this up with Rachel and she suggested a number of other steps to help give Mike the illusion of being 'man of the house'. These are detailed in the following section.

Billy's verdict:
Mike has responded well to this approach and now cums somewhere other than Rachel's pussy almost half the time. However, at this point we went from a system of weekly/fortnightly dates agreed by all 3 parties to one in which Mike visits as and when he pleased. For the next couple of years Mike visited about twice a week usually, sometimes more, and tended to stay longer. Eventually it became the norm for him to stay overnight.

Rachel's verdict:
I get fucked tens times as much as i used to, and never once by my pindicked hub. I love it.


*Editor's note: That conversation took place in September of 2015. I stopped nagging Rachel for pussy after that. I used to drop hints around my birthday or Christmas, but she got really irritated with me the last time, i think it was around our anniversary in March 2017, so I haven't brought it up since.

** See below

Mike may look scary, but he's a gentle giant (as long as you obey him)

Anniversary treat, me and Rachel spend all day together

They're gentler when i pass

Mike shows his gratitude by cumming on her, not in her

Man Of The House (MOTH) method

These suggestions initially came from Rachel. She made the observation that the more dominant and in control of the home Mike felt, the less he felt the need to 'breed her pussy'. She suggested we experiment with a variety of approaches to see what put Mike most at ease. Rachel suggested using sex toys to permanently signal my pussy-free status: when Mike was around, I would wear a chastity belt to which she would have the only key. As it would be a futile gesture to wear this under my normal, day to day clothes, she suggested I also convert from my masculine mode of dress to wearing exclusively feminine clothes, in which my newly chastised status would be clearly visible. This feminization gesture would also cement Mike's status as 'man of the house. I told her it was an interesting idea, and I'd look into it. To my surprise, she had already procured the aforementioned items (though the feminine clothing turned out to be a variety of lingerie and fetish wear I could not imagine a real woman wearing). Rachel can be quite protective of her ideas, and was insistent I try the outfit on right away.

The stockings and bra chafed, I could not walk properly in the heels, and the chastity belt caught on my pubic hair. I told Rachel I appreciated the effort but i could not see how I would be comfortable wearing the outfit for an evening, let alone overnight. Rachel, of course, had the solution: she told me to run a bath so she could help shave my legs and pubic hair. I felt this was all a little unnecessary, when we had no idea Mike would even appreciate the gesture, but she said it was vital if I really didn't wan't her getting pregnant - she even joked about flushing her birth control that night if I didn't stop being such a whiney little sissy. It was the first time I heard her use that word, but it soon replaced 'husband' as her main way of describing me. She knew I was a sucker for these sorts of Domme/sub games, so i sat in the bath and she helped shave me smooth whilst roleplaying about how Mike was a real man and I was just a 'pussy' a 'loser' and a 'sissy'. She teased me by pretending she got wet knowing I wasn't ever going to fuck her again, that she lost all respect for me when i turned into a cumslut for her bull, and that she was turning me into a sissy because Mike was the only man in her life. It was all very sexy, if a little ridiculous.

Having finally dressed me, she took a photo and I began to change back into my normal clothes. She was still playing the Domme and told me I wasn't allowed. She took out her phone and made a short video of me - i gave her a twirl, bent over, showed off my (still rather tight) chastity cage, whilst she described me as a 'pink-wrapped sissy gift for Daddy'. Only then did I understand, it was all a performance aimed at making Mike feel like a 'big man' by emasculating me. Rachel had been getting into character by talking me down (which cant have been easy), all so she'd be more convincing for Mike!

The ploy worked. Mike rushed right over. He stayed all night and came five times - admittedly, twice inside Rachel's pussy, once each on her face and tits, and, for the first time, on my face. I was also 'in character' as a sissy, who thoroughly loved being used like this. I wondered, after, as I ate Rachel's messy pussy, whether we hadn't just increased the risk - would Mike even have come over without our little dress up game? Rachel didn't seem to understand my concern.

Dressing up in advance of Mike's every visit posed practical problems, and I suggested the gesture might have served its purpose - her Bull frequently turned up completely unannounced, leaving me to spend the first hour after his arrival getting ready. He could very plausibly cum during this period, and I would be unavailable to clean it up. Rachel had a somewhat facetious solution: that I should dress as if Mike was present all the time. She promised I'd cum as often as I needed, despite the cage, and it would be an ego boost for Mike, knowing we'd stamped out the last vestiges of my masculinity just to please him.

At this point I felt she was getting a bit OTT so I decided to talk to Mike myself. After ascertaining I was still dressed from the night before (I had disagreed with my wife about taking it off, but I find the chastity belt rather limits my capacity to act on such disagreements), Mike headed round. I had hoped to have a serious discussion but both he and Rachel were in the mood for games, and what followed was a rather one sided conversation in which Mike spoke at length and I gave my first ever blow job. The upshot of it all was that I was to dress 'like a good sissy bitch, always ready for me'. This was a big surprise, though i was pleased when he only came once in Rachel's pussy (along with once in my mouth, for the 1st time, and then in her ass, which I thanked him for.)

There were a lot more little tips and tricks to this method, but frankly, it was not terribly effective overall. If anything, it encouraged Mike to fuck Rachel as much as possible. However, when I pointed this out to Rachel she would brush me off or try to distract from the issue by being very Domme with me. I could see the efficacy if your bull is already living with you, otherwise it's just another way to work him up.

Rachel & I talk through a difference of opinion

Its important to maintain intimacy in a D/s marriage

She teased me about my size constantly, but was he that much bigger?

Masculinity isnt about clothes, as I prove in this macho photo

I'd written myself into a hole, so I'm retconning. A lot of stuff will stay the same. Some will change.

Edit 2

TBC - I'm exhausted and I keep writing dogshit

Thank you for your detailed contributions. I like the psychic aspect of it. My cock is rock hard.
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

This is truly powerful stuff. You're way too far into this now to ever get free of it, so you have to run with it and accept what you are, an owned, sissy cumslut.

Hot story. I wish I had a sister and the balls to tell my wife so I could live this life. Sadly I sissy out like my true nature.

Please continue the story.

Yo, I rewrote a lot of this. A couple of paragraphs here and there are gonna be the same, but most of its brand new. This section was like 500 words before...


Human Shield Barrier Birth Control: Passive (pt 1)

Many cuckold couples practice some version of this method, even if not explicitly as a form of birth control. In its most basic incarnation, the husband licks the bull or bulls' cum from his wife, hopefully reducing the chances of insemination. Regardless of its efficacy, many cuckolds, bulls and wives enjoy this method. Indeed, this is arguably one of its drawbacks: seeing me hungrily lap up his load got Mike's cock hard again for a second, third and sometimes even fourth round. Thus there is something of a trade off with this method as there is with others, and it can feel like you're digging a hole only to watch it fill back up over and over and over again.

I've always been a reluctant cum swallower – its expected of a cuckold and my wife swears that, when she cums with her cummy cunny on my face, it's the best orgasm any boy has ever given her*. However, I'm afraid I have my pride – initially I was entirely resistant to performing this act, only relenting when Rachel essentially said 'no clean me, no fuck me'. It was less bad than I expected (I didn't really notice much difference at first – ive been eating Rachel's pussy since just before our engagement, and its always tasted about the same, its just more intensely flavourful when its filled) but, as I feared, it changed the balance of power in the relationship.

As I am now totally pussy free I had been considering boycotting 'unnecessary' cleaning duty (e.g. cleaning her ass, belly, feet, face, tits, thighs, buttocks, back, neck, or items of furniture and other household objects). Ive been working my nerve up for about 6 months. That's when Mike informed me that he was going to be relying on the HSBBC method 'exclusively' for a while.

"Alongside the pill, you mean?"

"Nah, she's gotta drop that for a week. She's switching BC. This higher dose **** is supposed to be better, fewer side effects. I got all my girls to switch." Mike often boasts about his many girlfriends – Rachel gets a kind of VIP treatment partly thanks to me – she sometimes jokes that it's the only reason we're still married (a touch hurtful, but I know she doesn't mean it).There were several of cuck couples at one time, but Mike tends to turn up the intensity with a couple till they reach breaking point. I wonder if he will do that to Rachel and I someday – he's in for a rude awakening if so. Our marriage is incredibly strong.

I confronted my wife – it was unfair for her to let me find out from Mike.

"Why?"

"We could have worked out what to do about it. Kept it secret..."

"It was his idea, stupid."

"You could have waited.... Switched next month... you still could?"

She smacked me across the face with all the ***** she could muster. Afterwards, she barely seemed angry, even as spots formed in front of my eyes.

"I will never lie to Mike, I love him. He's the man of the house." I respect the loyalty she shows Mike and me – the men she loves – but this Man Of The House nonsense has gone too far. Mike admitted himself it was ineffective when he changed methods. I informed Rachel I would be employing the HSBBC method from a position of dominance.

"I'm your husband. The ring on your finger makes you mine." She looked a little taken aback by this till I added "I will fight Mike – or at least struggle to stop him. If I fail, at least I showed him I'm not a pushover. Then I'll struggle again suck him out of you like snake venom and spit him down the toilet. I'll fight to clean you, to keep you mine. I'm not gonna dress for him, or be his bitch. I'm gonna show him who's boss." Rachel was incredibly turned on.

"Fuck... yeah, you'll show him. Oh my god this is gonna be so hot..." I told her to undo my cage but she had a better idea: as I confronted him on Sunday, she'd unlock me and begin sucking my cock. Seeing how the balance of power had shifted, Mike would slink away in shame.

"He's a total pussy really" she confided in me "He lives in fear of you standing up to him, even a little. Just hold your ground no matter what... even if you blow your load in my mouth, stud." I blushed at that. We both knew it would be my first time, and something I had wanted since I could fantasise about it. I imagined the feeling of confidence would only aid me in overpowering Mike.

Rachel took her last pill at 3 PM Saturday. Saturday night I began getting messages from unknown numbers.

"This is Megan. Mike won't cum in my ass because of your dumb bitch gf. I hope he gets her pregnant."

"This is Helena. Fuck you worthless cuck piece of ****. You owe me. You best hope we never meet or im taking your balls."

"This is Lisa. I shaved my pussy last night. Mike just edged in me for three hours. One day I will see you and your slut of a wife dancing for tips. Count on it."

"This is Jennifer. Whichever one of you is Rachel, please get back to me. I have a serious offer in exchange for the bitch's key. Five figures, three months. Limits negotiable."

I laughed at that one, they were getting kind of ridiculous. "Mike clearly can't satisfy his women" I said. Rachel mumbled agreement over the noise of her vibrator. She'd been using it much more recently – even letting me hold it at times. It was empowering to hold something so large in my hand.

I hadn't told Rachel this but I knew it all depended on those first couple of days – Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. If she would be getting her period in a week that made Sunday the 21st day of her cycle – she would be at her absolute most fertile for the following fourty eight hours. After that, the chances of reproduction dropped to almost nothing. If I could just make it to Tuesday afternoon...

I had a secret weapon. Mike had key to the door... but I'd changed the locks and added a dead bolt. I'd also bought handcuffs... just in case Rachel lost her bottle, or Mike tried to separate us. Just before three on Sunday I heard Mike's key in the door.

****************** Rachel?" Mikeangry "This is not a smart move, faggot." He'd never called me that before.

"Maybe he's right?" Rachel asked. I'd been prepared for her to falter. In a flash I cuffed our wrists together.

"Time to draw a line" I told her. She looked less impressed than I'd hoped for.

"Cowering behind a door isn't 'drawing a line' Will. I thought you were going to confront him..." she seemed frustrated. I suddenly realised that she'd wanted to see men fight over her – and me prevail. I explained my plan. "What, so after Tuesday you just... give up?"

"No, but if you want me to face him down... that's when I'll do it. When he's already beaten and doesn't even know it yet." I could have sworn I caught Rachel rolling her eyes, but she was incredibly turned on. For an hour I ate her as Mike paced in the corridor.

"You know what, fuck it... I'll be back tomorrow. Rachel, get your bitch in line. And whiteboy... remember you did this. I was just fuckin' with you. Now I'm gonna fuck you."

This time Rachel rolled her eyes for real "Ignore him... drama queen. I want YOU." She took her dress off and let it fall to the ground. It took me a moment I hadn't seen her naked without Mike in years. We played together, just the two of us, but at most she took off her panties and snuck my head up her skirt. When she was with Mike... her body belonged to him. It was never still, never a thing I could merely marvel at the shape of. He was constantly pawing and clawing at that body, tossing her round like a rag doll, drenching her in seed. I felt powerful finally being able to view her without his mark.

"I can't wait till Tuesday... I dont care if you cum in my mouth in a second, im gonna make mike watch me rub your load in my pussy. You dont know how long I've waited for this... I never wanted him. I just wanted you to take me back." If it weren't for the plastic prison surrounding it my cock would have been hard as diamond. Rachel panted like a dog over my locked cock... only the prospect of seeing me - seeing us defeat Mike stayed her hand. Instead she rubbed her slick cunt back and forth against the stiff plastic, cumming over and over on my cage. "I'll make you my king... you will be the only man on earth to me. You will own my cunt completely. Mike will just be your dog, your bitch, your whore if you desire... whatever you want."

"My slut... my desperate, begging cumslut."

"Anything for you." Rachel fingered herself at the image.

In bed she showed me pictures of her friends – some I knew, many I didn't – and asked me which I liked the most.

"Melissa. Britney. Tina."

"My king shall have them... or I shall cease to remember their names. Show me... show me how you want me to eat their pussies. Melissa first..." I moved between her legs to demonstrate.

That night Rachel fell asleep astride my face. When morning came, the game continued... though several times I came so close to cumming in my cage that Rachel had to leap off me, both of us freezing in place.

"Nearly wasted Billy junior there... I mean, Wilma" I was the first boy born to my family in five generations, so the story goes, but who's to say what the next generation will bring? My sperm were deemed 'healthy' by the fertility clinic before... before...

"I've got a good feeling about these swimmers Billy..." she tickled my sack with her fingers.

"Dont... im too close..."

"Damn, Will. We've got a whole day to get through." We'd spent the night in Rachel's bedroom – I had stopped thinking of it as ours even though that was changing. She reached into a draw beside the bed and took out a leashe and collar, placing the latter round her neck.

"I'm yours now. Cuff my wrist to your ankle and lead me like a dog. Let him see your power." I ached in the cage. Soon. One... more... "Give me the key, and I'll unlock the door. When he comes in I'll be knelt beside you, your property. Head bowed. He won't see my face. I won't see his... cock. It's your cock I want. Your big white cock."

She'd never called it big before. No one had. But it felt that way, even trapped in the cage.

"What if he...

"Tries to dominate me? He won't. He won't step beyond the hallway door. Once he sees you. But, if he does...

She showed me what she had in mind. I would sit on the couch , holding her chain as she knelt before me. Around each of her ankles, a handcuff, loose at one end. "If he moves towards us, reach down, between my legs and hold me, like this" she moved my hands so I held her ass cheeks through the gap. Instinctively I went to lick her pussy – how long had it been since I had touched her there for any other reason?

The image of what we had planned – me cumming in her mouth as Mike watched, angry, her cuffing us together, the marriage bond made real, I would cum in her mouth – perhaps twice, even, - then fuck her as she drooled a and a half of jizz onto her pussy. I would fuck it into her, and another load. There would be nothing Mike could do about it as he watched me impregnate her. She was blowing my cage – her lips round the plastic so close as I moaned.

"Do it."

Rachel sprang up, disappearing into the bedroom for a moment (I worried she had some other plan) before returning with a second leash. She threw it to me as she walked to the front door.

"For him" she explained.

I heard her open and latch it. As she returned I saw she still had both keys – the one round her neck and the new door key. I felt myself fill up with relief – it was real. No trick.

I felt close to her, but powerful too, holding her chain as she gently rubbed my leg.

Then we heard him. His key scratched the lock for a moment, then the door swung open. He hovered in the hallway for a moment before entering with a little grunt of satisfaction.

"Unlock me." At my feet, my wife obeyed, moving to face me, squatting in her heels. She pushed the key into the lock of my belt.

Mike stood in the doorway. He was smiling, though not for long, I wagered. Rachel busied herself between my legs – the lock was fiddly at the best of times, and my wife was nervous.

"Don't come closer. She doesn't want you any more Mike."

He laughed. "Sure thing whiteboy. I can wait."
"Sorry... nearly got it..." Rachel whispered "It won't turn... you don't think?"

Think what?? That it rusted? That it broke? Now??

"You don't think it's, like, the wrong key?" Rachel asked. I didn't understand how that could be – the key was the only one like it we owned, and it never left the-

Mike stepped forward. I reached down as we'd practiced and felt...

... the cuffs spring round my wrists. I lost my balance as she pushed herself up on her heels. I was sat on the floor between her and the couch. Trapped. My face inches from her-

Mike pushed her forwards from behind and her crotch slammed into my face. I'd thought she was horny before. Her lust for me had seemed almost ********* but then, what did I have to compare it to. No woman ever truly lusted after me. Now I could feel the heat, smell the desire on her.

"Fuck me Daddy!" Rachel squealed. And he did... oh god, he did. His balls slammed into my face relentlessly till I felt like a punch bag. They emptied through his cock like a mighty river, deep inside Rachel.

Oh god... oh god no.....

My wife lay on her back on the carpet and pulled her knees up to her chest, pulling me by the wrists towards her. Mike had grabbed the other leashe and he slipped the collar round my neck. Between them, the restraints had the effect of dangling me inches above Rachels oozing, cumfilled cunt.

"You kinda lost that first fight Billy... but remember what you said. You said you'd struggle to clean my cunt. Well, I'm waiting. Win me over, cumslut."

With tears in my eyes, I pulled at the chain round my neck like a dog and begged to eat Mike's load.

Just trying it on

Bon apetit

The closest I get to a sex life

Just do it. Trust me.

Did you ever really believe you would win your wife back? She's black owned, and lives for her thugs huge cock, just as you do, and you know that to be a fact now!

That 4th gif summed it up completely, she's black owned, for life.

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11 I just wish she would kiss me between kisses on his beautiful cock!
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