The air was thick with anticipation as the guests gathered in the dimly lit room, their eyes gleaming with excitement. It was a special occasion, a monthly ritual that Stephen had come to both dread and desire. Three years of chastity had left him desperate for any form of release, and tonight, Samantha had something extraordinary planned.

Stephen, a tall and once proud man, now reduced to a quivering mess of submission, was positioned in the center of the room, his naked body on full display. His skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat, a testament to the anxiety and arousal coursing through him. A custom-made bench, designed for this very purpose, held him in place, his wrists and ankles bound tightly with leather straps. The restraints were a stark contrast to his pale skin, emphasizing his vulnerability.

A peculiar contraption adorned his mouth, a penis gag, its shape mimicking the real thing. The gag stretched his lips, making it impossible for him to speak, only allowing for muffled moans and whimpers. Above the gag, a black leather collar encircled his neck, a symbol of his ownership and submission. But the most intriguing device was hidden from his view. An anal hook, a cruel yet effective tool, was inserted deep into his ass, its curved ends spreading him open, exposing his most intimate parts. A thin rope connected the collar to the hook, ensuring he couldn't lower his gaze to witness his own degradation.

Samantha, a stunning woman with an air of dominance, stood before her bound husband, a satisfied smile on her lips. She wore a tight leather corset that accentuated her curves, her long legs covered in sheer stockings. In her hands, she held a remote control, the key to Stephen's impending pleasure and pain. Her five friends, a group of equally dominant women, surrounded her, their eyes hungry for the show about to unfold. And among them stood Jake, Samantha's bull, a muscular man with a smug grin, his presence a constant reminder of Stephen's cuckolded state.

As the guests chatted, Samantha approached the e-stim machine, a device designed to deliver electric stimulation to the body. She carefully attached wires to the metal chastity cage that encased Stephen's flaccid cock and balls, ensuring a secure connection. Another wire was connected to the anal hook, sending shivers down Stephen's spine as he anticipated the unknown sensations.

With a flick of her thumb, Samantha activated the machine. A low hum filled the room, and Stephen's body jerked as the first wave of electricity coursed through him. His cock, confined within the cage, twitched and pulsated, straining against its metal prison. The electric pulses sent waves of pleasure and pain directly to his prostate, and he couldn't help but moan around the gag, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Samantha adjusted the settings, increasing the intensity with each turn of the dial. Stephen's body trembled, his muscles clenching as the electricity stimulated his most sensitive areas. His cock began to leak pre-cum, slowly dripping into a glass jar placed beneath him, a visual representation of his helplessness. The guests roared with laughter, their amusement at his expense only adding to the humiliation.

For what felt like an eternity, Samantha played with her husband's body, controlling his pleasure with the push of a button. The relentless stimulation brought him closer and closer to the edge, but she denied him the release he so desperately craved. His cock throbbed, begging to be set free, but the cage kept it trapped, ensuring he couldn't touch himself.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Samantha showed mercy. She turned off the machine, and the room fell silent as everyone watched, eager to see the results of her handiwork. Stephen's body convulsed, his cock twitching uncontrollably as the post-stimulation sensations coursed through him. A thick stream of cum shot from the tip of his cock, arcing through the air and landing in the jar with a wet, satisfying plop. The guests cheered and clapped, their eyes fixed on the creamy evidence of his orgasm.

But Samantha wasn't done yet. With a cruel smile, she cranked up the power on the e-stim machine, sending a jolt of electricity that made Stephen's body jerk violently. His cock, already spent, twitched painfully, and his balls tightened as if they might explode. The guests' laughter turned to gasps as they witnessed the extreme stimulation.

"Please, no more," Stephen's muffled plea was barely audible through the gag, but Samantha ignored his desperation. She kept her finger on the button, holding it there until she was satisfied that he had suffered enough.

The room fell silent once more, and Samantha finally released him from the electric torment. Stephen's body slumped, his muscles weak and trembling. The anal hook was removed, and he was allowed to lower his head, his eyes meeting the floor, unable to meet anyone's gaze.

"Now, my dear husband, it's time for your final task," Samantha said, her voice laced with authority. "You know the rules. Before I release you, you must please my bull."

Jake stepped forward, his cock already hard and straining against his pants. He wasted no time in freeing himself, his thick shaft springing to attention. Stephen, still bound and vulnerable, had no choice but to comply. He leaned forward, the penis gag sliding out of his mouth, and took Jake's cock between his lips.

The guests formed a circle around them, watching intently as Stephen sucked his rival's cock. Jake's hands gripped the back of Stephen's head, guiding him in a rough, passionate rhythm. Stephen's mouth worked diligently, his tongue swirling and sucking, his throat accepting Jake's length with practiced ease. The sound of wet, sloppy noises filled the room, a testament to Stephen's skill at this forced act.

Jake's breath grew ragged, his hips thrusting forward as he neared his climax. With a final, powerful thrust, he exploded in Stephen's mouth, his hot cum coating the inside of his throat. Stephen swallowed, his eyes watering from the sheer force of Jake's release. The guests cheered and whistled, their excitement palpable.

As Jake stepped back, satisfied, Samantha approached her husband with a leather belt in her hand. "And now, my friends, it's time for his punishment."

Each of the guests took turns, delivering ten hard strikes with the belt across Stephen's exposed ass. The sound of leather meeting flesh filled the room, accompanied by Stephen's pained grunts. His ass cheeks quickly turned a deep shade of red, each strike leaving a burning mark. The guests reveled in their power, enjoying the sight of his suffering.

Finally, the whipping came to an end, and Stephen was left panting, his body covered in sweat and marks of humiliation. Samantha released him from his bonds, and he collapsed to the floor, his body trembling from the intense experience.

"You've been a good boy, Stephen," Samantha said, her voice soft yet commanding. "Now, go clean yourself up. You've given us quite a show tonight."

The guests began to disperse, their hunger for humiliation and pleasure temporarily sated. Stephen, humiliated and drained, crawled away, his body aching and his mind reeling from the night's events. He knew that this was just the beginning, and the thought of what Samantha might have in store for him next both terrified and excited him.

As he retreated to the bathroom, the guests' laughter and whispers followed him, a constant reminder of his place in this world of cuckoldry and chastity. He knew that his submission was complete, and he couldn't wait to see what the next month would bring.