Martin sat on the edge of his bunk, his hands trembling as he stared at the cold, gray walls of his prison cell. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting an eerie glow over the sparse furnishings. He had been here for six months, serving time for a fraud charge that had cost him his job, his reputation, and, it seemed, his dignity. The days blended together in a monotonous routine, but today was different. Today, he had received a visit from Correctional Officer Jake, a man known for his imposing stature and ruthless demeanor.

Jake’s shadow loomed in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame. His dark uniform seemed to absorb the light, making him appear even more menacing. “Martin,” he said, his deep voice echoing in the confined space. “We need to talk.”

Martin’s heart sank. He knew Jake’s reputation—the man was not one to be crossed. “What’s this about, Officer?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Jake stepped into the cell, his boots thudding against the concrete floor. “You’ve got a conjugal visit coming up, right? Your wife’s visiting next week.” It wasn’t a question.

Martin nodded, his throat dry. “Yes, that’s right.”

Jake leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. “Here’s the deal. You’re going to let me have her. In front of you. If you don’t, I’ll make your life here a living hell. You’ll be in solitary so long, you’ll forget what daylight looks like.”

Martin’s breath caught in his throat. His wife, Emily, was his lifeline. The thought of her being with another man—especially in front of him—was unbearable. But Jake’s threat was clear. He had no choice.

“I… I can’t,” Martin stammered, his voice cracking.

Jake’s eyes narrowed, and his tone turned icy. “You can, and you will. Or you’ll regret it for the rest of your sentence. Your call.”

The days leading up to the conjugal visit were torture for Martin. He barely slept, his mind replaying Jake’s words over and over. When the day finally arrived, he felt like a condemned man walking to the gallows. Emily arrived looking radiant, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her blue eyes sparkling with anticipation. She wore a tight dress that hugged her curves, and Martin’s heart ached at the sight of her.

“Martin,” she said, her voice soft as she embraced him. “I’ve missed you so much.”

He held her tightly, inhaling her scent, knowing this might be the last time he felt like her husband. “I’ve missed you too,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Jake arrived shortly after, his presence dominating the small visitation room. “Alright, let’s get this started,” he said, his tone dismissive. “You two can sit over there.” He gestured to a couch in the corner.

Martin’s stomach churned as he and Emily sat down. Jake stood in front of them, his hands on his hips. “Strip,” he ordered Emily, his voice devoid of emotion.

Emily hesitated, glancing at Martin. He nodded, his throat too tight to speak. With trembling hands, she began to undress, her dress sliding to the floor. She wore matching black lingerie, the lace accentuating her slender figure. Martin’s eyes widened as he took in her beauty, knowing she was about to be taken by another man.

Jake’s gaze was predatory as he undressed, revealing a muscular physique. His cock was already hard, thick and long, and Martin felt a surge of humiliation as he realized how inadequate he must seem in comparison.

“On your knees,” Jake commanded, his voice firm.

Emily obeyed, her eyes never leaving Martin’s. He could see the conflict in her expression, but she did as she was told, kneeling before Jake. Martin watched in horror as she took Jake’s cock into her mouth, her lips wrapping around it as she began to suck. The sound of her wet mouth on Jake’s flesh was like a dagger to Martin’s heart.

“That’s it, baby,” Jake growled, gripping her hair. “Suck it like you mean it.”

Martin’s hands clenched into fists as he watched Emily service Jake, her mouth moving rhythmically. He felt powerless, degraded, and yet he couldn’t look away. This was his wife, the woman he loved, and she was being used by another man.

“Enough,” Jake said abruptly, pulling away from her. He pushed Emily onto the couch, her legs spreading as he positioned himself between them. “Time for the main event.”

Martin’s breath hitched as Jake thrust into Emily, his cock disappearing into her wet pussy. She gasped, her head falling back as Jake began to move, his hips snapping forward with brutal force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a crude soundtrack to Martin’s humiliation.

“Look at her, Martin,” Jake said, his voice laced with mockery. “She’s loving every inch of it.”

Martin’s eyes were glued to Emily, her body arching as Jake fucked her relentlessly. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and erect. She moaned, her voice filled with pleasure, and Martin felt a mix of arousal and despair. He was hard, his cock throbbing in his pants, but the sight of Jake dominating his wife was excruciating.

“Harder,” Emily panted, her hands gripping the couch cushions. “Fuck me harder, Jake.”

Jake obliged, his thrusts becoming more savage. Martin could see the strain on Emily’s face, her body trembling as she neared her climax. And then, suddenly, Jake cursed, his movements faltering. “Shit, the condom broke.”

Emily’s eyes widened, and she looked at Martin, her expression a mix of fear and apology. Martin’s heart sank. Jake had just potentially impregnated his wife, and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Jake said, his voice smug. “I’ll take care of you. Both of you.”

Martin’s humiliation was complete. He sat there, powerless, as Jake continued to fuck Emily, his broken condom forgotten. When Jake finally came, he groaned, his body tensing as he filled her. Emily cried out, her orgasm rippling through her, and Martin felt a surge of bitterness. This was his wife, and she was climaxing with another man.

As Jake pulled out, Emily lay panting on the couch, her body glistening with sweat. Jake dressed quickly, his expression satisfied. “Good girl,” he said, patting her cheek. “I’ll see you soon.”

Martin watched in silence as Jake left, the door clicking shut behind him. Emily sat up, her eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry, Martin,” she whispered, reaching for him.

He flinched, unable to meet her gaze. “It’s okay,” he lied, his voice hollow.

Two months later, Emily’s news confirmed Martin’s worst fears. She was pregnant. Jake became a regular visitor at their home, taking care of her, his presence a constant reminder of Martin’s failure as a husband. When Martin was finally released, he returned to a life where he was little more than a spectator. Jake was the man in charge, and Martin was the cuckold, forced to watch as his wife and child were cared for by another.

Martin’s days were spent in subservience, performing stereotypical cuckold tasks for Jake. He cooked, cleaned, and even helped with the baby, all while Jake and Emily lived as a couple. The humiliation was constant, but Martin had no choice. He was trapped, his life forever altered by Jake’s dominance.

One evening, as Martin sat in the living room, Jake entered, Emily on his arm. “Martin,” Jake said, his tone mocking. “Why don’t you get us some drinks? And while you’re at it, grab the lube. We’re going to have some fun tonight.”

Martin nodded, his eyes downcast, and did as he was told. As he handed Jake the lube, he caught a glimpse of Emily’s smile, and his heart broke all over again. This was his life now—a life of degradation and submission. And there was no escape.

The story ended there, with Martin’s life forever changed, his role reduced to that of a submissive cuckold, forced to watch as Jake and Emily lived the life he once had. The pregnancy, the humiliation, the power play—it was all too much for Martin to bear, but bear it he did, his existence a testament to the cruel twists of fate.