30 comments/ 349113 views/ 55 favorites Made A Man(In And)Out Of Me By: Cicero6 My life changing ordeal began last summer when my wife and I decided to attend a party thrown by the cfo of her company. My wife Kelly is a secretary, or executive assistant for one of the vice-presidents of the company and thought it would be good for us to acquaint ourselves with the administration types. I had no real interest in going but it meant a lot to her and I agreed to it. The party was located in a gated community and I was nervous from the outset. We were not underdressed, thank god, and fit in with the other hundred or so guests. I can’t imagine the cost of catering and alcohol or whether or not the company inadvertently covered the costs but I did not care as I started with the first of many hard drinks. The dinner was served buffet style and we found a table where the host and his wife were sitting. I was introduced to the attractive couple and was soon caught up in meaningless conversation. Bradley was a financial wizard, or so I’d heard , but didn’t like to discuss work or even himself while entertaining. Instead, he asked a lot of questions - mostly mundane things but thankfully not work -related. I am a freelance technical writer who does not always have work. I’m not comfortable with my unsteady income and prefer talking about anything but my work. Bradley winked regularly and I found this quality a bit unusual - maybe even a little old fashioned. Except he stared right in my eyes and made me fidget a little. I gripped my wife’s hand for reassurance since she sat to my left and is left-handed. Our conversations went from polite to what I would consider risque as the drinks kept coming. Bradley’s wife looked awesome in her tightly wrapped top - a style which left little to the imagination. Her nipples were erect from the moment we sat down. I had to keep my eyes from staring in one particular direction to avoid seeming obvious. I could not stare at Bradley too long, either. His gaze was uncomfortably strong and I was more than willing to look away periodically. I was about to get up for a cigarette when I felt a bare foot under the table rub my leg deliberately. I immediately looked to Bradley’s wife but she was speaking to the woman next to her. Bradley himself was reaching for his drink. My wife was in the middle of taking a bite and I was left wondering what had just happened. I was sure it was Bradley. I decided to let it go and have a cigarette. I whispered to my wife to hand me a cigarette from her purse . She rifled through her bag only to come up empty handed. “I don’t have them. I thought you would bring them,” she replied. I looked bewildered for a moment. Then I remembered I had switched suit jackets at the last moment and now I needed to go buy them. “Kelly, I’m going to run to the store and buy a pack. I’ll be return shortly,” I told her. Just then, Bradley’s wife looked up. “You’re going on a cigarette run? I’ll drive! She had just bought a new car and was still giddy about driving it. Her description of the vehicle sparked enough interest in my wife and all three women volunteered to go for a quick trip in the new car. So there I was. The women up and left and I was left sitting with Bradley who was not uncomfortable sitting alone. I decided to bum a cigarette and go outside as soon as possible. I was feeling vulnerable or intimidated or something. I was unsure but needed my wife to accompany me soon. I didn’t know a soul. After smoking on the mezzanine above the pool, I decided to use the bathroom. I chose the least used bathroom as a courtesy to others and found myself downstairs in the cabana room. There was no one down there and I I could take my time in solitude. I opened the door to the restroom only to see Bradley finishing up at the urinal. He turned sideways long enough to catch a glimpse of me before I had the chance to back out or excuse myself. But something caught my attention like a deer in headlights. Bradley’s flaccid cock hung halfway to his knee and I was entranced. “Oh, I…I My apologies, sir.” I stammered. I had stared way too long at his dick and it did not go unnoticed. I closed the door and was almost out of the cabana when he opened the door. “Next!” he said disarmingly. I nodded to him embarrassed and self conscious. He was still drying his hands as I passed him but I did not make eye contact. I closed the door behind me and unzipped my slacks. I had not noticed I was, for some reason, semi-erect. I made every effort to ignore my cock and sat down on the toilet. A resounding image of Bradley’s enormous shaft would not go away. It was unusually long. I never made the habit of comparing my length with any other man’s but his was by far the longest I’d ever seen. I could hear talking outside of the bathroom and I hurried to finished. I washed and dried my hands before leaving the restroom and noticed the chatter had stopped. I turned out the light and peaked out the door momentarily before exiting. Bradley was still the only one in the room and his back was turned to mine. “Hello, again,” I said nervously. Bradley did not say anything. Instead, he slowly turned around with his fly opened and gripping his cock. This time, he was erect and sliding his hand up and down the length. His hand seemed dwarfed by his long member and I stood aghast. I swallowed hard before uttering, “It’s beautiful.” (I could not believe I had just said this let alone thought this. It just came out and I was mortified at my lack of judgment) I looked away and scanned the room in case any one else might’ve heard my stupid commentary. “You’re good,” said Bradley. I thought for a moment. “What?” Bradley stared at me with a half-grin. “You almost had me. What with that beautiful wife of yours. We’re the same, aren’t we?” I still did not know where he was going with this dialog but I was uncomfortable. I began to head toward the door. The moment I passed I heard him say, “ You’re dying to touch it, aren’t you?” I stopped to make a final attempt to set the record straight but once again melted when I looked him in the eye. “Tell me to my face: You don’t want to at least feel it,” he said as he continued to slowly slide his hand up and down. I glanced at his cock and then past his gaze before reminding him he was out of line and most likely drunk. “I’m not drunk, Sally. And whether or not you decide to stay, I know. I know more about you than you know of yourself,” he asserted. I could almost see my pulse as my heart pounded. I was not angry or afraid. I was aching to deny what he had just said but could not. I had an undying urge to grapple his veined cock. I wanted to know if I could even get my hand around it. I was so ashamed, but why? “Sir, I really have to be with my wife,” I said as I reached for the door. Bradley let out a sigh. “Oh, so you can reassure yourself you’re a man? I bet you’re not man enough to touch this trophy. Besides, you’re wife’s with mine. Believe me, they won’t be back for an hour at the earliest.” I was left without a reasonable defense. I did not need one to simply walk out the door but there was a deep-seated need to remain in the room and see where this would go. I hated myself for not walking out and be unaffected by his proposition. My face was burning hot as a slowly walked back to catch a fleeting glimpse of his menacing cock before I made one last attempt to leave. This time, Bradley grabbed my wrist with heart stopping speed. I clenched my fist as he pulled my arm close to his chest. His grip was tight and the burden of choice had now left the room along with my conscience. I was free to open my palm and slowly close my hand around his shaft. My fingertips barely touched each other as his thickness pulsated. My hand slid up and down as I watched in disbelief. His cock was real and it took much more effort to go from one end to the other. This was a cock completely foreign to mine. I would only ever want to masturbate if this is the cock I pulled from my slacks every time. It truly was a beautiful organ by anyone’s standards. “I only said to touch it but you seem to know what you want,” Bradley remarked. I could say nothing as his words rung true. My natural response was to service his member as he had been doing. After a moment or two his voice struck hard. “Kiss it.” I froze before he repeated himself. There was no fluid yet on the smooth head and I rationalized how I could get away with touching my lips to the fleshy tip without too much shame. I could not believe myself as a bent over and aimed the shaft toward my approaching lips. It did not take much bending as his member rose to meet me. I smelled his fragrance of choice and then held my breath. My lips made momentary contact and I quickly stood up. I began to make my way out of the room consumed in guilt. But Bradley was quick and he grabbed my arm. “Hey! You can’t leave now!! You just kissed another guy’s cock. You can’t turn back now!” He was right. I stopped in my tracks. I had crossed the line I had always hoped would not present itself. I did not have time to say or do anything before Bradley took charge. “Now get back here and let’s do it right. Get on your knees, Bitch!” I quickly took my place in front of him as he backed me towards a coffee table. I instinctively knelt down on it as he positioned himself. I did not need prompting as I once again took his cock in my hand. Bradley pulled his briefs to the side and released his heavy balls from their confines. The golf-ball size jewels were consistent with the rest of his anatomy as they swayed in the tight sack. There was no turning back, like he said. I wanted this but was overcome with years of repression. I had hoped for and feared for so long this moment -and the likelihood I would enjoy it to no end - was now literally at hand. I was resting on my heals Bradley beckoned me forward so that I was on both my hands and knees. I was now within six inches of his cock and I noticed there was now some liquid resting on the tip. He was ready. In five seconds he would either move forward or grasp the back of my head for introduction. I closed my eyes and soon felt his firm grip move the nape of my neck towards him. I complied and parted my lips. The head of his cock was now resting against my teeth and soon was pressed against my tongue. Tears had welled in my eyes and were dripping down my cheeks. I cannot say exactly why I began to cry but I told myself it was sadness. Sadness for all the years I resisted this and sadness to mask the raw naughtiness I felt was underway. Both of the hands were clasped behind my head and the cock was testing my resistance. I instinctively turned off my gag reflexes and found the member sliding in and out at an increased pace. I didn’t have to do anything but be a receptacle for the next few minutes until it was over. But I would have to wait longer. Another person had entered the pool room with no surprise to Bradley. This was all a part of his plan. The door locked and a man walked up and kissed Bradley on the mouth. I could not really see him as he walked around me except for his baggy linen pants - which was all he was wearing. He did not even speak to me but had the audacity to unbutton my slacks and remove my belt. I felt his expert fingers remove my buttons and slide under my waist band. My eyes darted around wildly as Bradley continued pumping steadily. The man had pulled my pants and underwear to my knees in one quick motion before I felt the breeze caress my bare skin. My cock had been hard for quite some time and the touching only served to stimulate me. The distinct sound of scissors filled the otherwise silent room as the man swiftly cut the shirt from my back. The fabric fell down my arms and to the side. I was, for all intents and purposes, naked for the world to see. Let it be known, I could’ve stood up and left the room at any time but chose to remain there as the next phase of my ordeal began. My cock was grappled and pulled while another hand inspected my testicles. I felt little shame as his thumb inspected my most private part. I grunted as his finger pressed against my anus and felt the digit penetrate to the first joint. I gasped but Bradley playfully pinched my nose. There was a lot going on behind me as the man prepared for my initiation. He stopped stimulating my cock long enough to slather my entire backside with some sort of oil or lubricant. I could feel it drip down the insides of my legs and around my abdomen. I began to squirm a bit when the thought occurred to me my clothes were ruined. And how would I explain this. I didn’t dwell too long as Bradley was getting close. He began to breathe heavily and forcibly jam my head back and forth. I wondered if he would pull out and deliver his semen on my face or elsewhere but soon discovered his intentions as he gripped my head with one hand and his balls with the other. In one final drive down my throat, he held still while his pulsating cock let loose a load. I did not taste it or even feel it except the warm trickle oozing down. I swallowed for closure. He held still for a moment before stepping back. The moment he withdrew, two legs had straddled me on the table. I could feel a greasy hand in the center of my back before the other guided an erect cock between my cheeks. The cock felt cool in contrast to my body. “Oh, yes!” I exclaimed. The words came out unfiltered before I knew it. I was still embarrassed but couldn’t help it. “You owe me one, Sally,” said Bradley as he wiped some semen from my chin. I didn’t smile but nodded knowingly to him right before the head of the man’s cock entered my hole. I gasped and panted heavily. A bead of sweat dripped from the tip of my nose and on to the table as the cock slowly descended into me. I began to shout uncontrollably when Bradley offered a wadded towel to dampen the noise. I bit down hard and bellowed as the mystery cock increased its pace. I could feel his testicles pounding against me and I knew he was completely penetrating me. I could feel my cock bob whenever he would thrust and I needed release soon. A knock on the door produced two more men who quickly approached with flies undone. I opened my mouth for another round while mystery man had finished and left with Bradley. I did not know when this would end but one of the men could not wait and mounted me from behind. He gave my testicles a hard squeeze and swiftly drove his cock in deep. The dull ache sent my body into an intense orgasm that continued as the man pumped. The cock I had serviced in my mouth was spiteful and let loose a load in my face. I remained in position until he was through and found myself still on all fours in the now empty room. I was covered in oil, semen and sweat. I wiped the fluid from my eyelash and licked it from my fingertip. My shame and panic overwhelmed me at that moment. I stood up straight and removed the shredded shirt and pants. There was a shower and I headed in to cleanse myself of the entire experience. I took my time and rinsed out my mouth. My stomach hurt and I needed to tell my wife something before she found out. My mind was not at peace. But when I stepped from the shower, a neatly pressed suit was hanging for me and I was amazed it fit. I rejoined the party and saw my wife just pulling into the driveway. The girls were laughing and it did not appear I was missed. Bradley greeted his wife and I quickly grabbed a cigarette from mine. I suggested we leave soon and as we were walking out, Bradley gave me his wink and told me everything was cool. I was relieved but had to make up a story for my wife to explain his comment. She hadn’t even noticed my wardrobe change. I was feeling so strange on the ride home. Then Kelly volunteered that she and the other women were sidetracked on the way to buy cigarettes and wound up at a sex shop. She said they went a little nuts and bought some unconventional toys. She lifted her skirt to reveal a pair of latex panties. “They unzip from front to back!” she shrieked. I waited with baited breath as she removed an amenity from a bag. A strap-on dildo. “For me?” I asked incredulously. Kelly smiled sheepishly. “Would you let me try it out sometime? Please?!” I stared at the lifelike features of the beast and smiled. “How soon is now?” Made A Man(In And)Out Of Me Ch. 02 Well, it had been three days since the party and I still felt like I’d been ridden hard and put away wet. Monday came and went and thankfully Kelly had not mentioned anything about the party. By Wednesday, however, I received a phone call from her at work. “Sweetie, I am wondering if you’re planning on doing anything this weekend,” she asked. I thought for a second before asking why. “A girl in accounting is having a bridal shower and I have been invited. Are you up for staying busy Saturday?” “Oh, no problem,” I replied. We chatted a bit before hanging up and then I wondered exactly how I could keep busy. In my mind, there was no way to gracefully reprise my role at her bosses house but my imagination did try. Whenever I recall being ordered to my knees, I cannot help but revisit the entire scene of being used and spent upon. My cock has been unusually rigid in reminiscing my evening as a slut and doesn’t have the patience as before; I have been coming almost uncontrollably. The weekend had soon arrived yet Kelly had not ran with the sexual momentum of the previous week. There was a strapped dildo somewhere in her closet and I hadn’t the nerve to ask about it. It was Saturday evening and I was hell bent on finding and using the toy on myself - with or without Kelly. Now she had finally left for the evening. The house was silent and I began my search. I picked through her most private items but came up empty. My desperation was becoming intense as I fumbled through her closet for the missing necessity. I was soon without pants and clutching my dick in depraved desperation. This hampered the quest but not my resolve. A satin pair of panties fell from her top drawer and I stopped to watch them drape over my foot. I picked the item up and brought it to my nose. The clean crotch was devoid of her sweet odor but still maintained the citrus of her signature perfume. I lightly grazed my erection and then wrapped the cool fabric around my testicles. I had to continue my search so I stepped into the panties and pulled them up snug. What a scene. I saw no harm in pulling on her thigh highs and I became extra aroused as the elastic snapped around my thighs. Suddenly, I froze when as I heard a car pull up the drive. I shut out the lights but the car was only turning around. Fuck! Where was the dildo? I made one desperate attempt to look under her bureau and came across a shoe box. The small box contained ten or more letters. Each one from the same woman. My cock became somewhat flaccid as I scanned each sentence. It quickly became clear my wife and another woman were having a physical relationship going back over two or three months. The woman described my wife’s ability to submit and service the woman’s genitals. I was leaning against the closet door and collapsed to the floor in disbelief. “I love you, my nasty little slut,” read one. “You make me very happy. I want to own you and keep you,” read another. The letters went on and on in the same vein. None of the letters were signed with the actual name except one: Justine. The same Justine who was supposedly having a bridal shower at this very moment? There was no mystery of the dildo’s whereabouts now. My mind was racing trying to recall where the party was being held. She told me. I remember her telling me but I was so caught up in myself to have paid attention. I threw on a pair of Levi’s and was out the door driving aimlessly. I felt like an imbecile to have missed the signs. My reality was eschewed and my sense of comfort and security was in the balances. I wanted to punish her; to let her know of my dismay. But I, too, needed to be straightened out for such frivolity. This all seemed to be a charade. Perhaps her boss could tell me where Justine lived. He might even know of her affair. At the very least, I wanted to see him again. I soon found myself at the gated community. I was allowed in but I realized no one was home at the time. I rang the doorbell but no answer. I did not really know why I was there but I needed someone to erase my anguish or at least distract me from it. I continued to drive and my mind was slowly getting used to her little secret. I, too, was a hypocrite for my harsh judgment. “Is this the way I would want to be treated should she find out about my secret?” I asked of myself. No. A sense of relief and perspective descended upon me and I was even a little turned on at the idea of my wife being with another woman. Submitting to another woman. I sat at a light waiting to head back home but noticed a windowless bar to my right. There were a couple dozen bikes out front and a noise which told me there were good spirits inside. I decided to go in. I was like a fish out of water. There was more leather there than I’d ever seen at one time. I looked the part of a Polo model and these urchins did not pretend to let it go unnoticed. I nearly turned around and left but then saw some cleaner looking folk playing billiards in one of the side rooms. I quickly joined in. My only concern was beating the wrong person. I refused to play for money but found myself getting very competitive with the rough looking patrons. I enjoyed several beers and my game seemed to improve. I decided not to hold back and was soon playing someone equally as good. I encountered a challenging shot and decided to be tricky and lay part way across the table. I called the shot and crisply sank the ball. I expected applause or acknowledgment but there was no comment or congratulations from anyone. Then it hit me. My low rise jeans had revealed the lace and satin of my wife’s panties as I bent over. The room came to a hush. There was no pretending they did not see the feminine item on my hips. I stood back against the wall as a burly looking man gently grasped the cue from my hand. I did not question his actions because he looked as though he would break it over my head should I refuse. He handed the cue to a man next to him and then got right in my face. His mustache grew to his chin but he had no beard. I could smell beer on his breath and could hear the faint creaking of his leathers. “Lower your trousers!” He whispered. I had no choice. I was in a corner. I could feel the panties creeping up and the thigh highs gripping my inner thighs. “Sir, I am in the wrong place. If you’ll just excuse me…” The man’s hand was at my throat and the other on my crotch before I complied. I fumbled with the first two buttons and the rest tore open. My pants fell to the ground as the lingerie became visible to everyone. The patrons seemed to set down their cues in unison. “We got us a pretty one, boys. Let’s go,” he announced. The man released his grip of my throat and redirected it around the back of my neck. I was lead out of the room into an adjacent room where there were already several people engaged in sexual acts. A couple women were being banged but there were also men pumping other men. The two clean cut men from earlier were both on their knees and servicing other men. I gulped as I realized my safety was in jeopardy. The door did not close behind us. In fact, it remained open until a crowd had followed us in. I was quickly stripped of my shirt by a man in a leather hood. He was burly and tattoo covered. “Am…Am I going to die, sir?” I pleaded. The guy with the mustache leaned in with an evil grin. “You’re not going to die, sissy. We’re going to have some fun. We won’t bite if you don’t.” Some laughter broke the silence. A woman being fucked by two men glanced over but was not to be bothered by the scene. I was standing in nothing more than panties and nylons before a group of unpolished ex-cons. Welcome to prison, I thought. I was shoved forcefully to a round, beat up sofa. The back had long been removed. I said nothing and took my place on the platform. This was not to be nearly as sanitized as the previous week. I had a choice then. Now I feared for my life. My cock did not share my sentiments however. It peeked over the top of the lace waistband and I quickly tucked it sideways. There was no use. The shape was clearly defined beneath the satin fabric. The hooded man handcuffed my wrist and demanded the other. I offered it up to him and the steel clicked in place. Both hands were now locked together. He then barked, “ON YOUR KNEES!” That was twice in one week I was ordered to my knees. I was experiencing a rush of both excitement and fear as the doors swung closed. There wasn’t a condom in sight and the idea of one being used tonight was laughable. A slender man fully-clothed caught my eye as he prepared to focus a cam recorder my direction. I took a deep breath. I dropped to my hands and knees and closed my eyes as the panties were ripped from my body. The next two hours were both violent and videotaped. The men positioned themselves in almost a rehearsed formation beginning with the masked brute. He removed his belt and began beating my body from my neck to the soles of my feet. The pain was unbearable as my sweat soaked skin bucked with each blow. He didn’t even slow to remove his cock from the leather codpiece. Another man removed his belt and joined in cadence with the other lash. He was becoming increasingly erect and finally stopped just long enough to fasten the belt around my neck. As if mounting a horse, he held tight the reign and straddled my body from behind. The leather burned as he held it taut. His motion was quick and I knew penetration was imminent. “Please!” I screamed. “sir! Oil or something!…” His cock soon descended into me without hesitation. I bellowed in pain and nearly lost consciousness. My vision became tunneled as he pumped harder. A man stepped in front of me and his erection approached quicker than my ability to focus. “No! Mmmmmm!” His cock squelched my protest as he rapidly thrust in and out of my mouth. Resistance only fed their wanton desire. This would be the last outburst of protest I would make for the remaining night. The first of many orgasms occurred quickly and the masked man was finished - for now. A hardened looking woman with a tray of beers scratched a hash mark on a chalkboard. “One!” she shouted in a whisky-soaked voice. They were counting. The moment a cock pulled out another one was there to carry the torch. And burn it did. The sloshing of the beer onto my back was a welcome sensation while the men refused to set down their drinks. Some were even poured between my cheeks during penetration. Most of them returned for more and it was clear this could go on forever. The waitress kept the beer coming but was cajoled into participating. She removed her top in response to the cheers. Her sagging boobs and oversized, erect nipples bounced as she made her way over and positioned herself under me. She began furiously jerking my cock and the moment before coming felt her knowing lips close around it. She knew what to do and did it quickly. I don’t think she missed a drop as I gushed what seemed like a gallon. She staggered away to the approval of the men while buttoning her top. What remained of my nylons were soaked with semen and sweat and I was probably unrecognizable with the my cum-covered face. The masked man made a point of collecting his handcuffs from me before announcing his departure. The party quickly winded down and I was left by myself. I had lost a contact lens at some point but could still see the chalkboard. 23 was the number of times I’d been violated that evening. There were at least that many who decided to fuck my throat as well. I was beaten and broken down. The stench of beer, semen, sweat and cigarettes saturated my sticky skin. There was only the sound of a lone player shooting pool in the other room. No use complaining or asking for assistance. I staggered out the back door stark naked and missing both my keys and wallet. The sun was hinting at the night sky as I found my hidden key. My clutch leg was so shaky I could hardly drive. I pulled into our drive and shut off the motor. The garden hose on the side of the garage was helpful in removing a bulk of the filth from my skin. I moved about to prevent the splash of water from ruining the silence. I tended to my wounds and went to bed. I wanted to come clean and tell my wife of my burdensome secret. Not that I had been jumped or gang-raped. In my mind I hadn’t been either. I had only met my fantasy half way and it had found me, too with a vengeance. In truth, I probably would return there again if I could. The open truth was the only thing separating me from contentment. Kelly was asleep. I placed my hand on her shoulder and she turned slightly in her sleep. She looked angelic but I knew better. I looked closer. The morning light exposed two severe love bites on her neck and on her right boob. This was not my work. She continued sleeping as I gently lifted the sheet from her body enough to see faint lash marks on her lower back. The panties she wore matched the very ones I’d had ripped from my flesh hours earlier. My cock grew rock hard as I pulled her panties to the side and discovered some deeper, darker welts. Kelly took a deep breath and rolled over. Her tiny waist contrasted her sizable hips and butt - enough to make any man OR woman envious. I never wanted to jeopardize access to this beauty yet I knew coming out could ruin everything. But things had changed for the better. She now had a story to tell whether she wanted to or not. I leaned to my side and she nudged up against me. “I need to talk to you about something,” she whispered. Silence filled the room as I though. There are so many issues she could discuss. “I know,” I replied. “Me, too…tomorrow.” Next: part 3: The Auction Made A Man(In And)Out Of Me Ch. 03 Chapter 3: The Auction Within minutes of Kelly's request, she was again sound asleep as though she was completely comfortable with the idea we were to confess. I shut the blinds to prolong the night and still could not sleep. At some point I faded and did not awaken until noon. Kelly was up and dressed before romping onto the bed. I quickly pulled the sheet over my body before any marks are cuts were exposed. She did not seem to notice and proceeded to tell me of her latest news. "We have been chosen by my company to part take in a couples retreat," she announced. I was still wondering where she was going with this conversation and how it could possibly relate to us. "We will go to some camp where corporate types go to recharge and be inspired. I hear it's a lot of fun with games and interactive stuff," she continued. "Wow...it sounds fun," I said with apprehension. "Bradley picks different deserving members of his department to go once a year. There was also a contest and the winner had three months of paid sabatical! Can you believe it?" Kelly was giddy and my heart nearly stopped when she mentioned the name 'Bradley'. Now the idea seemed a little more appealing. I was not working very much as a freelance technical writer and if by chance the three month vacation was awarded to us, it would be okay. "Kelly, How did last night go?" She quickly got up from the bed and started to tidy. "It was great, yeah. We had lots of fun," she replied dismissively. I knew there was more to the story but did not pursue the details. As long as she knew I was unaware, then she, too, was unaware of my adventure. I could delay my confession for another day. Or week. But why would I? I needed to come clean and soon. Kelly gathered some dirty clothes from the floor and left the room. Now was my chance to head to the bathroom and evaluate my wounds. I was actually not badly bruised but the internal discomfort made me hobble slightly. I looked in the mirror just as Kelly returned. I threw a towel around me and stepped into the shower. "Next week is the retreat. Are you game?" she asked. "Definitely. I'm in." The following week I was packed and ready to go. A shuttle stopped by our house and we were driven to the airport for the 45 minute flight. We arrived at the compound and were greeted by none other than Bradley and his wife. "Hi, Carl! Hi Kelly! Let me take your bag for you," he said with his trademark wink. Bradley's wife with her permanently erect nipples was quick to take the arm of Kelly and guide her inside. I followed her into the spacious but otherwise empty lodge. "We've got good news and some bad news. What do you want to hear first?" bradley said. "I...I guess the bad news," I replied. "The airline lost your bags'" he said with a smirk. Funny, I saw the assistant put the bags right on to the corporate jet. It must be some sort of joke. "The good news is: you won't be needing that stuff anyway. All your clothes will be furnished. Oh, and some more good news. There will be three months worth of amenities provided. You have won the sabatical!" Kelly gripped my elbow and was overjoyed. "Wait," I said. "The entire three months will be spent...here?" The coastal lodge was idyllic but what could we possibly do for this long here? Bradley looked at the ground before coming up with just the right explanation. Kelly let go of my arm at this point and joined Bradley's side. The two looked at each other and back towards me. "Well, Carl, The Marshall's plan on keeping the two of you very busy." Kelly bit her lip and shrugged her shoulders to convey a guilty but helpless shrug. "Who...who are the Marshall's?" I asked. Bradley beamed an evil grin. "They were the highest bidders and you two will make them very happy, won't you?" My heart nearly stopped when the puzzle came together. I could hear heavy steps ascending the stairs and rounding the corner. Bradley's wife was already helping Kelly undress when I turned to open my mouth. "Take off your clothes, Carl. Then stand at attention," Bradley demanded. I hesitated for a moment and began to remove my shoes and shirt. Kelly was already down to her panties and was removing her brassiere when an older gentleman approached. He was accompanied by a middle-aged woman, presumably his wife. "I am Master Marshall and this is my dear wife, Diane. You will call her 'Mistress'," he announced. He put his arm around Bradley as though they had known each other for years. Kelly stopped undressing long enough to allow the woman to circle and inspect her. Kelly was trying to suppress a smile as the woman cupped her boobs and released. *Slap!* The woman's open hand struck Kelly's breast a hard blow. "No smiling, slave!" mistress growled. "Yes, Ma'am'" replied Kelly. Oh my god. We're going to spend the next three months like this? I finished taking off my pants and a small but shapely woman gathered our clothes and quickly disappeared. I turned back to Kelly. I had to know. "Did you know about this?" I begged. "Yes," she quickly replied. "Shut up! - both of you. For the next three months you will be owned property without rights or freedom to make any decisions. You are slaves and will perform a variety of tasks while you're here. Both of you will be subject to hard labor during the day and unmentionable services at night. You will perform every task as a couple. Is this understood?" Master Marshall looked at each of us for approval. We both nodded. Bradley and his wife joined hands and left. "See you in awhile, guys," he said sarcastically. I was surprised the couple had allowed us to remain in our underwear. But this was not to last. Kelly and I were led down a long hall and took our places in a room with two large wooden chairs. Mistress Marshall opened a drawer and produced a set of shears and scissors. I sat aghast as Kelly's locks were shorn from her head completely. First was the crunching sound of the hair being removed in bulk. Then came the clippers. I had never seen my wife completely bald but there was an erotic quality to it. Master was handed the shears and began to remove my hair as the shaving cream was applied to Kelly's scalp. Both of these people had seen this routine before. They were swift and decided. My turn with the shave cream and my scalp was smooth as satin. A warm cloth was removed from Kelly's head and I could see the blue-gray tint of her pale skin. A leather collar was placed around each of our necks and we were ordered to stand up together. "I want you to remove each other's clothes and shave each other clean," ordered Mistress. Kelly and I looked at each other and were a little distracted by our new looks. "One of you, on your knees!" barked Mistress. I quickly complied and was tugging on Kelly's waistband. I removed her underwear and handed them to Mistress. Kelly's pussy was a wet mess. I could tell she was extremely aroused and my slightest touch to her labia caused her to jump. She propped her leg over my shoulder as I began the process of complete hair removal. She was clipped, shaved and rubbed with ointment to insure a smooth, hairless presentation. I of course, was turned on and my cock was hard and out of the way for Kelly to remove my pubic hair. She held my cock most of the time she clipped me and I began to feel my fluids rise. I instinctively turned to Master to inform him of my problem. Master, to my surprise, was standing against the wall with a raging hard on in his wife's hand. He was large and well hung with very little body fat as far as I could tell. "Sir, I'm going to climax any minute." Mistress looked perplexed. "Open your mouth, slave Kelly!" With those words, Kelly received a major load of semen on her face and in her mouth. I opened my eyes to see Kelly licking her lips and rubbing her clitoris. I glanced back to see the disapproval on Master's face as he quickly approached us. He knocked Kelly to the floor and grappled for her legs as she tried to slither away. His strength reeled her towards him and she was now on her hands and knees. I turned in panic to see the Mistress pointing her finger at me. She sensed I would intervene but I did nothing. Any real man would've but I was far removed from that reality. I stood and stared as my wife was brutally raped on the floor in front of me. She did not look my direction for help or even say my name once. She was thoroughly enjoying the Master's treatment and shrieked in ecstasy while Master gripped the rings in her collar. Her hair was no longer there to shield me from the expression she made only when she climaxed. I was ambivalent. I was mortified and totally aroused. Kelly had made it clear we were to leave all inhibitions behind and live out our once- secret fantasy. I stared as Master slowly pulled hi s cock from her pussy and felt no emotion as Mistress clicked a leash to my collar. A small lead was connected to Kelly and we were both led from the room by Mistress. Master went the opposite direction as we were led to the basement. Mistress showed us to our separate quarters. She also showed us the jump-suit, overalls we would wear while we were to perform our hard labor. I felt like I had been sent to prison. Master soon reappeared. "Slaves, you will be spending your days hauling rock and digging in order to terrace the property. The wall will be 1000 meters long and when you are finished, you will build another terrace down the hill." "If you misbehave, there will be consequences," added Mistress. The work was to begin immediately and we both donned our work clothes. The sun was hot and the work was harder than I thought. We worked for four hours and I noticed electronic surveillance on strategically placed poles. The unplanned breaks I took and conversations with Kelly were all seen by someone. I continued working as though I had not noticed the cameras. Within twenty minutes a golf cart showed up and Mistress hopped out. She opened a box on the back and retrieved a short whip. "There will be no wasted time out here! Do you not get it?" she yelled. She walked over to us with purpose and demanded Kelly unzipped my uniform. Kelly reacted with some hesitation but did as she said. The breeze felt good against my skin for a moment but the coolness was soon replaced with a hard blow to my chest. Mistress whipped me hard and then several more times. "Bend over!" she shouted. I turned and leaned against a large rock but did not catch my clothes from falling completely down my legs. *WHIP!* My body jolted as the first of several dozen blows landed across my skin. She suddenly stopped and stormed back to her cart, waving the whip toward one of the cameras. I zipped my clothes on and continued to work until sundown. Kelly did not say a word to me. The next three days were spent in hard labor. We were really making progress but had hardly spoken to each other. One afternoon there were several women enjoying lunch on the balcony a hundred meters from us. They must've known what we were doing out there. After an hour, Mistress came down and ordered us to remove our clothes while we worked. Mistress gathered our clothes then ordered Kelly to join her. Both headed back to the house- Mistress in the cart and Kelly on foot. There was laughter from the visitors and I continued slaving away. I had no idea why my wife was summoned to the house but I kept a subtle eye on the activity. I saw her carry drinks or something to the women and then I noticed her on her knees in front of them. They sat around a table and I noticed Kelly's head disappearing up the dresses of teach woman as they chatted. They carried on a normal as Kelly serviced each one. I tried not to be distracted until one of the women created a scene. Kelly could be heard pleading but I did not know why. I set down my pick as she was being forced against a wall. Mistress emerged with the whip once again and whipped Kelly from her neck to her ankles. She did not scream at first but the pain was too much. I could not help but choke back my tears and then it stopped. Kelly was on her knees again and under the dress of a visitor. Apparently she took too long in bringing a woman to climax. We finished the first week no worse for wear. Mistress was clearly the disciplinarian and whipped us only two more times before giving us a revised schedule. We were both given the day off and a set of clothes to be worn for a party that following Saturday evening. We had no say in the style or size but I couldn't have approved more of my selection. I looked like a toreador and Kelly looked like a prostitute. My shiny black clothes were tight and hers were bordering on decency. Even the wig was clearly fake and overdone. Her skintight dress was short and sported a low cut top. Her stockings were held up by visible garters no matter how much she pulled on the hem. My cock was clearly visible beneath the fabric of my pants. I had lost at least ten pounds that week and was looking great in the undersized shirt. We were ready to party. Of course there was a hitch. Neither one of us were to enjoy ourselves. We were the help and soon found out there were no requests guests could not be denied. The cars began pulling up one by one. We held trays of champagne and treats until the evening carried on as planned. I noticed more than once a male guest reach up Kelly's skirt. Anywhere else she would've reacted but she took it like a well-trained slave. I fully expected the women to openly hit on me but most were sedate. I needed a bathroom break and found myself standing next to a guest waiting to use the lavatory. I nodded to him and waited for the other person to exit. Suddenly I felt his hand slide down the back of my pants. I did not move and he did not even look over. We leaned against the wall waiting and the person leaving the bathroom did not seem to notice me or the man's hand as his index finger rubbed my anus. My cock slithered to attention beneath my satin pants as he ushered me into the room with him. As he turned to lock the door I sat down on the toilet. He said nothing as he unfastened his belt and slacks. It all happened so fast. I opened my mouth and was hosting this quickly growing cock. It didn't even seem to reach its full potential before letting loose a load of semen into my mouth. Still, without a word, he wiped his hands on a towel and left the room. I, too, cleaned off my face and cupped some water from the lav to wash the remaining taste down. I started down the hall to rejoin the party but passed an office where the sight of red stiletto caught my eye. I backed up and bumped the door open slightly enough to see Kelly stretched over the top of a large desk. Her top had been yanked down and her skirt pulled over her hips. Men and women were taking turns on her and there appeared to be no shortage of erect dicks throughout the room. Her wig had been pulled off and a woman was rubbing her crotch over Kelly's stubble. I stared at my wife's breasts as they heaved with each thrust of the cock behind her. I closed the door slightly when I saw one man take the place of another who was just finishing up. I gaped in disbelief as his cock lined up with her ass hole and disappeared between her cheeks. I had no idea she did that. It looked so painful to her but she moaned as she worked her tongue in a woman's pussy. The cock descended and pulled out slowly but built up steam. I watched intently until I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Won't you join us?" said another guest just arriving. "Perfect!" said Master as he noticed me there. He stood from an oversized couch but was naked from the waist down. He twirled a set of handcuffs on his finger and stopped me to lock them on my wrists. "I thought we'd need these for the other slave but she proved to us she didn't need them. Give me your wrists!" he commanded. Suddenly it seemed the entire party had moved into this den and there were dozens of guests with their own agendas. Both my wife and I were violated on the same desk at the same time repeatedly. Soon, It was though the other was just a stranger caught up in their own fantasies. More than once she saw me raped by men and take it like a whore. There was only pleasure to be found in the pain and no explanation to my wife about my secrets was needed now. She seemed to counter my pleasure by making her pleasure known in servicing each woman who presented a pussy. Their seemed to be mutual disgust in each other at first but then we became like two whores sharing the same street corner. For the remaining weeks and months in servitude, we experienced the beatings and rapes we both came to savor. The Marshall's brutality brought us together and then apart. We hadn't even spoken about returning to our normal lives until the final days at the compound. Much became apparent to Kelly as Master Marshall picked me up from the fields each night to personally clean me up. Mistress had her share of nights spent with only Kelly and the two were becoming inseparable. On the day we were to leave, Master brought me aside and I instinctively dropped to my knees. He seemed a little preoccupied as I tried to suck him to hardness but then he pushed me back. "Slave Carl, I am only going to extend this offer to you now. I want you to stay here for a year or longer. You may decline," he said with a bit of emotion. I did not answer but continued stroking his cock until it became rigid. I never answered him but it was understood as he reared back and shot another load into my mouth. He seemed genuinely happy and led me upstairs with the leash. I sat naked as usual while Master stepped in his office and closed the door. Awhile later I stared out the window as a fully dressed Kelly spoke to the Mistress. Both looked down to the ground as I suppose she was informed of my decision. My wife glanced back at the house a couple times until a car showed to pick her up. A woman stepped from the car. It was Justine. Both embraced for a lengthy kiss and then drove away out of sight. Master put his arm around me and led me from the window. He rubbed my stubbled head and once again placed the leash on my collar. "How about a haircut, slave?"