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The Pictures Ch. 02

By: Mike Cindy



Jack’s parting words of, “you can keep those three pictures, I have better pictures at home,” still rang in my head. I felt humiliated by what had just happened and stupid for letting it happen but I still had a raging hard on. I jacked off to the thoughts of recent events and had an explosive orgasm. Sleep that night was difficult at best. 

I went to work the next morning and the more involved I became in work the less I thought about Jack. I had completely put the incident out of my mind until I heard Jack’s voice on the other end of the phone. 

“Mickey, be at my house at 1:00 this afternoon.”

“But Jack” I tried to argue as he said, “Shut up and listen. Be here at 1:00 wearing just a pair of those sexy wind shorts you and Cindy run in. Since you wanted to argue, you can wear a pair of Cindy’s sexy panties on under the shorts too. White with some lace, maybe even some thongs.” He hung up before I could continue to protest. 

Being in sales allowed me the freedom from the office when I needed it. I ran all my choices through my head as I sat in my office. What the hell was I going to do? This could not continue, I am not gay or even bi and Cindy was due home tomorrow evening. I was going to have to put a stop to this. As I was thinking about my plan of action with Jack, my phone rang. 

I answered the phone and it was Jack, “you have e-mail,” he said and hung up. 

I opened my e-mail and the attachment on my screen was a clear and well-lit picture of me plainly naked and obviously playing with my very hard dick. This was also taken through the partially opened blinds but it was obvious what I was doing. I sat slumped in my chair cursing myself for being so stupid.

I arrived home at 12:45 and changed into the running shorts and a pair of Cindy’s panties. I had the strange feeling of violating her trust even more by bringing her clothing into these sick events. I walked across the street and rang Jack’s doorbell, nervous and shaking. 

“Come on in Mickey boy.” Jack said with a smirk on his face. 

He placed his hand on my shoulder and turned me to my right. “Up against the wall and spread your legs.” 

I did as I was told and felt his knee between my legs, resting firmly against my balls. “Put your hands behind your back” he commanded. 

I tried to protest, telling him I’d do what he wanted. I felt more pressure from his knee against my balls and he said “Behind your back, boy.”

As soon as I moved my hands behind me, I felt cold metal around my wrist and heard the familiar sound of handcuffs clicking. Jack moved a way and told me to turn around. As I stood facing Jack, he leaned forward and removed my running shorts leaving me standing in his entry wearing nothing but white lacy panties. 

“Very nice” was his comment as he started rubbing my crotch and my ass. “Very nice Mickey. Cindy has great taste in panties. They are a little tight on you but they’ll do for now. Follow me.”

I followed Jack into his living room where he pulled off his T-shirt and removed his shorts. I was standing next to a naked man wearing nothing by my wife’s panties with my hands cuffed behind my back. Jack leaned up against the wall, spread his legs and said, “Come here and kneel down.” 

I was kneeling in front of Jack with his cock hanging inches from my face, the second time in two days and only the second time in my life. Jack then ordered,“open your mouth and suck on just the head.” 

As I was kneeling, in my wife’s panties with a cock in my mouth, I heard the sound of a camera clicking and the light of a flash. To my right was a naked man with a camera and before I could react, he had flashed 3 pictures. I spit Jack’s cock out, stood up and started yelling at Jack. Suddenly, I felt the sting of Jack’s hand on my cheek. Then again and again as Jack slapped my face causing me to stop yelling and back up. 

Jack said, “Listen you little gay bitch, I’m surprised everything went the way it did yesterday, those pictures of you simply jacking off were not very damaging. You must be jacking off for a reason and I guess that reason is that Cindy’s not giving you any. So, that means she giving it away to someone else or she’s too busy at work to think about sex with you. Those pictures may have caused you some embarrassment but that would have been it. Hell, if she had seen them, it might have been the boost your sex life needed. The pictures we just took and the pictures I plan on taking are very different. You have two choices now, do exactly as I say or loose your life as you know it now.” I hung my head knowing what Jack had said was true. He continued as if on clue, “you are going to be my own personal cock sucking slut and there is nothing you can do about it, unless you want to lose your current lifestyle and happy family. Now get your gay ass over here and start sucking my cock.” 

As I knelt in front of Jack and took his cock in my mouth, he said to the still unknown stranger, “Go to my computer, e-mail those pictures to yourself, put the floppy disk in the safe, lock it and come back here.” I learned later that the camera was a digital and the pictures were captured to a standard floppy. Now this stranger would have pictures of me sucking Jack’s cock. Jack now had extra insurance. 

I figured I might as well make the best of my situation and sucked on Jack as best as I could. As I sucked his cock, the stranger was back taking more pictures. I didn’t fight it this time, if he had 2 or 3 pictures what did 10 or 20 more matter? I felt Jack tense and he was squirting hot cum in my mouth. He must have been very horny yesterday because he didn’t cum as much this time but it still tasted hot, sticky and salty. 

Jack left his cock in my mouth until it softened and fell out with a plop. He leaned against the wall with his eyes closed for a good five minutes and finally said, “Damn boy, you’re good.” He said as if it were a compliment I should be proud. 

Jack looked at the stranger and asked him if he wanted to borrow his cocksucker. The man was grinning from ear to ear as he walked across the room. This is the first time I really looked at him. He was in his early forties, Jack’s height, slim, tone, tan, and no body hair. He looked vaguely familiar for some reason. He changed places with Jack and held his already hard cock in his hand and said, “Open your mouth bitch.” 

He rammed his cock in my mouth and Jack started taking pictures. After a few minutes Jack told the stranger to slow down and not to cum. He wanted to look at the pictures, lock them up and he had an idea for us. The stranger stopped pumping his cock in my mouth and I started a slow sucking pace and alternated from sucking to licking his shaft and balls. 

Jack came back in the room and told us to follow him; he led us to a bedroom. My own dick was hard and sticking out the top of Cindy’s panties and pre cum was running down my shaft and onto the white panties. Jack had the stranger lay on his back with his legs spread. Jack then grabbed my balls and squeezed hard. “I’m going to take the cuffs off, you’ve been a good boy so far, don’t screw up,” he said as he glared into my eyes. His eye contact was so intense I lowered my eyes to the floor. I had sucked his cock twice, been slapped around and scolded like a child and now, I couldn’t look him in the eye.   

With the cuffs removed, Jack had me remove Cindy’s panties and kneel on the bed between the stranger’s legs. “You may now suck his cock,” Jack said and I thought I heard some glee in his voice. Being in this position, on my knees, legs spread, and my ass in the air made me very uncomfortable since Jack was unoccupied. 

I felt his weight on the bed behind me and his hand wrap around my hard dick. As he slowly stroked my dick a finger with some type of lubricant found and was pushing against my asshole. I started shaking my head side to side and moaning no, no, when Jack said, “you can let me loosen your ass up a little at a time or you can take my dick up your ass right now." 

The day before yesterday I was a straight married man and now I’m kneeling naked on a bed with a hard cock in my mouth, a finger up my ass and a man stroking my dick. To make matters worse, I was hard, horny and ready to explode. Jack placed a second finger in my virgin ass as he stopped stroking my dick. The stranger placed both hands on the back of my head and his hips were coming off the bed. He was fucking my mouth. He pushed into my mouth and violently pulled down on the back of my head. He started to cum with his cock deep in my throat and I tried my best not to choke or gag on all his milky liquid. Tried as I did, some still spilled out of my mouth and onto his cock. As I started to raise my head, Jack pushed my face down to the strangers cock and said, “ clean that mess up boy, I’ve told you not to let any spill. You are to swallow every drop you are given.” 

Jack kept up his two-finger assault on my ass while I licked the stranger clean. As I was finishing, Jack buried his fingers deep in my ass and held them there. He then pulled his fingers out very slowly, my ass muscles involuntarily squeezed his fingers, Jack laughed and commented on how much I must enjoy having something in my ass. My humiliation was headed into an even deeper pit. 

“My fingers are dirty, boy. You’ll have to start giving yourself enemas on a regular basis, starting tonight. If you don’t have the equipment, you can either buy it or come over here tonight and my wife and I will do it for you.” This was the first time Jack had mentioned Janice and the very thought had me extremely worried. Janice was Jack’s age but had physically let herself go for a long time. She was short and round, wore clothes from a different era and had the grandma hairdo to match. That’s probably why the neighborhood rumor mils had Jack with a girlfriend. 

Jack came back in the room from presumably washing his hands. “Follow me into the living room.”  

Jack nodded at the stranger and the stranger asked, “you a little horny Mickey?” 

“Yes” was my response. “Yes what, he asked. I lowered my head and said, “Yes Sir.” “Lay on the floor on your back, spread your legs and bend your knees.” I did as I was told fearing that my ass was in for another assault. But instead the stranger knelt between my legs and started gently stroking my dick and playing with my balls. I closed my eyes, enjoying the attention and was nearing orgasm when his stroking went into slow motion. It was driving me crazy and then he stopped. I opened my eyes to see Jack standing next to me holding a camcorder. “ Jack off Mickey,” was all he said.

In my condition, that was all I needed. I grabbed my dick and stroked it as fast as I could, not caring that Jack was filming. I came with earth shattering intensity, so much so that I didn’t notice the stranger had cupped his hand and captured all my cum. “Open your mouth,” he commanded. I did and he poured my own sperm in my mouth, all the while Jack was filming. The stranger turned his hand over and wiped what was left all over my face. He then told me to lick his hand clean. 

Jack started laughing and said, “That was great, what a movie clip.” Jack then told me to get up.

“I’ve had enough of this slut for now” Jack said to the stranger, he turned to me and told me to get his shorts. He had me kneel in front of him while he stepped into his shorts but not without one last command to slowly suck the length of his cock. Jack picked up Cindy’s panties, stuck them in his shorts and rubbed his crotch. He then threw the panties to the stranger and he did the same. 

Jack told me to ask if I could wear my wife’s panties home and with some teasing, I was given the panties and told to put them on. Jack picked up my running shorts and walked to the front door motioning for me to follow. Jack opened the door still holding my shorts and told me to leave. 

“Please Jack, not like this. Please don’t make me walk across the street in Cindy’s panties, please let me have my shorts,” I was begging and almost in tears. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow slut,” and with those words, Jack tossed my shorts on the front porch and closed the door behind me.

The Pictures Ch. 03



It was after 4:00 when I walked across the street to my house. I stripped off my shorts and Cindy’s panties and started a load of laundry. I had to make sure Cindy’s panties were clean and replaced in her closet when she returned tomorrow. I ran a hot shower and while I scrubbed myself from head to toe, my humiliated and embarrassed mind fought with the physical reaction from my body. How could a straight married man be physically turned on by such deviate gay behavior? I had been blackmailed into gay sex and excited by it at the same time. I wanted answers and all I got from myself was internal conflict. 

I toweled myself dry, combed my hair, put on a robe and walked to the kitchen for a cold beer. I must have fallen asleep on the couch during the early news because I awoke to the ringing of the phone. Startled, I jumped and as I reached for the phone, I hesitated. What if it was Jack, I really didn’t want to talk to him. I checked the caller ID and it said unavailable. I wanted to talk to Cindy, I wanted to hear her voice, and I wanted to know what time to pick her up at the airport. I needed the safety her homecoming would bring from Jack so I answered the phone. I had never been so glad to hear my wife’s voice. After the usual small chat, how was your day, how’s the weather, anything new, Cindy explained that they had not finished their defense. Cindy’s firm almost exclusively defends large corporations against lawsuits. She went on to explain that hopefully, closing arguments would be tomorrow afternoon and she would be home either late Wednesday or sometime Thursday, if everything went their way. I was devastated and I started whining. I told her how much I missed her, how much I was looking forward to seeing her. Cindy listened to me for a few minutes and then unloaded on me. I guess it was all the tension from the trial but she explained how she makes all the money, she works all the time and how all the nice things we enjoy are because of her and her work. She ended the conversation with, “I’ll let you know when I’ll be home and I expect the house to be clean and the yard work done.” With that, she said good-bye and abruptly hung up. My day had finally gotten worse. 

I slept fairly good that night knowing Jack thought Cindy would be home tomorrow and he would leave me alone. The ringing of the phone woke me the next morning and thinking it was Cindy, I answered. It wasn’t Cindy, it was Jack. 

“Good morning my little cock sucking slut.” I knew Jack was still at home and wondered where his wife Janice was. 

“Damn,” I thought to myself. “Hello Jack,” was all I could say.

“Listen closely,” he started. “Wear a pair of Cindy’s thong panties, pink, and if she doesn’t have any pink thongs, buy yourself a pair. Be at my office at 12:30 today.” 

“Jack, Cindy is coming home today, you have to give me a break,” I pleaded and lied. 

All he said was, “that’s your problem, be here at 12:30 sharp.” With that, he hung up the phone. 

I spent another long morning thinking and worrying about the situation I had gotten myself in and at the same time, trying to figure a way out. Things just seemed to be getting worse.

I rode the elevator to the 12th floor and was directed down a long hall to Jack’s office. Sitting at a desk in front of large double doors was a man typing on a computer. When he looked at me I explained that I had a meeting with Jack and after making a phone call, told me to proceed through the double doors. On the other side was a reception area as big as my den and appointed much more expensively. The beautiful young redhead, who I guessed to be about 24, asked, “ you’re here to see Mr. O? (no last names in this story)

“Yes,” I said. She picked up the phone and said, “Your 12:30 is here.” As I watched her, I could tell she was listening intently and as she started to giggle, she said, “Yes Sir.” 

The redhead looked at me, stood up, walked around the front of her desk, sat seductively on the corner and with a big grin, said to me, “Mr. O said for you to strip to your panties, he’ll be with you shortly.” 

I couldn’t believe my ears; Jack wanted me to strip in his outer office and in front of this beauty. “Excuse me,” was all I said. 

She repeated herself and just stood there, sitting on the desk watching. I couldn’t move, I think I was in shock. She brought me back to reality when she said, “you better hurry up, if Mr. O comes out and finds you dressed, well, you probably know,” and she was grinning the whole time. 

I removed my shirt and placed it on her desk as directed. Then my shoes and socks. The last thing I wanted was to be standing in front of this woman in nothing but my wife’s pink thong panties. “Go on,” she said. 

After I stripped off my pants, she looked me up and down, giggled, and went back to work. I had been totally humiliated. 

After waiting ten minutes, the redhead picked up the ringing phone, listened and then said to me, “you may go in.” I reached for my clothes and she said, “leave those here, you won’t be needing them.” I could hear her laughing as I entered Jack’s office.

I saw Jack sitting behind his desk as I walked in, then on my left I noticed two Asian men, Chinese, Japanese, I didn’t know, but Asian. Jack directed me to stand in front of his desk and told me to put my hands behind my head. 

“Now, turn around slowly, let me look at you.” As I turned, I could see the two Asians and they had their eyes glued to me. I was feeling very nervous. I thought I was being called to Jack’s office to give him another blow job and then go back to work.

“Turn and face my guest, Mickey boy.”

I was standing there with my hands still behind my head when Jack introduced us. Mr. W and Mr. R both stood and gave me that little bow that Asians do. “ Nice to meet you,” was all I could think of to say.

Jack got up, walked around his desk and without any indication, slapped me hard on my ass. “Bow to the gentleman, slut.” I did as Jack instructed. 

“These gentleman are very important clients Mickey. They have had a long trip, they’re hungry, tired, and need some relief. You are the relief.” I was stunned. Now Jack was giving me away to his clients, what the hell would be next. 

Both men walked around me, their hands roaming all over my body. They seemed intrigued by the pink thongs and kept up a constant banter in their native language. I could only imagine what they were saying. 

Mr. R stayed behind me, Mr. W removed his pants, leaving his suit coat, tie, and shirt on. He then sat down on the couch and spread his legs. “Come Mickey, you suck.” 

I walked the few steps to the couch and knelt done in front of him. Mr. R grabbed the back of the thongs and yanked straight up. “You stand and suck,” he said while kicking my legs apart. The pressure from him pulling me up by the thong had caused my balls to ache and forced the thong strap deeper in my ass crack. 

I bent over and took Mr. W’s dick in my mouth and started sucking him. Then I felt Mr. R’s hand fondling my ass, then my balls, then my dick, and back to my ass. Out of nowhere, he slapped my ass as hard as Jack had done earlier. Then he’d fondle me, then slap my ass, and then fondle me. This went on for the entire 15 minutes it took for Mr. W to shoot his load in my mouth. 

Mr. R and Mr. W traded places. Mr. R was about the same size as Mr. W but he wanted to help. He placed his hands on the back of my head and started fucking my mouth. Mr. W was behind me and had moved the thong away so my balls were hanging free and my hardening dick had some room to grow. As Mr. R was face fucking me, Mr. W was playing with my balls. The longer he fondled my balls the more pressure he applied. He was squeezing my balls so tight that by the time Mr. R finished with my mouth, my balls had been mauled and I was in pain. 

I was left standing there with the thong pulled to the side, my balls hanging down and my hard dick standing straight up. Jack handed me a piece of paper, written on it was the name of an upscale hotel in town, a room number, and 6:00 pm. “Be there,” was all Jack said as the three men walked out. 

I stood there not knowing what to do. Five minutes or so pass before Ms. Redhead walked in carrying my clothes. I started to move the thong back to cover my exposed parts when she said, “Don’t,” as she walked up to me. She dropped my clothes on the floor and started gently rubbing my exposed balls and cock. She then reached up with her free hand and wiped the corner of my mouth. 

“A little messy aren’t we?” she commented with a sweet and soft smile. She continued to rub my dick and balls causing me to close my eyes and enjoy the sensation. As my breathing started to increase and my hips rotated to her hand movements, she stopped. She gave a little squeeze to the head and said, “ Mr. O would be upset if you made a mess on his carpet.” With that, she turned and left. 

I dressed and left without seeing anyone except the man sitting at the desk outside the double doors in the hall. I sat in my car outside Jack’s office building and fought back tears. Just days ago I was a straight married man, now I had suck 4 different men and lost count of how many times they had cum in my mouth. To top it off, I had been humiliated in front of a beautiful woman. I was losing it and then I remembered my night wasn’t over. 

I went back to my office, I really don’t know why except to try and get my mind off what was happening to me. It didn’t work. I sat at my desk feeling sorry for myself and calling myself names. Gay boy, slut, cock sucker, dick lover, and even cum bucket. As I did, I was unconsciously rubbing my dick and I was rock hard. My mind versus my body again and my body was winning. 

I arrived at the hotel at the appointed time and knock on the room number given. Mr. R opened the door, said nothing and walked away. I walked in the door and just stood, waiting. The room was a suite with a small kitchen area, a large living area and two bedrooms on opposite ends. Mr. R motioned me towards him but as I got about half way to him he stopped me. “Strip,” was all he said. 

I removed my shirt and was trying to decide where to put it when M. R pointed to a metal briefcase and said, “Here.” I finished undressing; including the pink thongs and all the clothes went in the same case. Standing there naked, Mr. R said “Close and lock.” He was short on words but I realized all my clothes would be locked in a mental briefcase and the only escape I had would be to run naked. I didn’t like this.

Mr. W walked up behind me and cuffed my hands behind my back. He then knelt in front of me and started sucking my dick. I was hard in no time and ready to explode when he stopped and placed a mental ring at the base of my dick. As he tightened the ring, he said, “You stay hard now.” He then fastened and tightened a leather band around my scrotum above my balls then attached a short chrome chain to the leather. The weight of the chain, although minor, pulled the leather down on my balls and in my excited state, caused some pain. Mr.R forced my mouth open and a rubber ball was pushed in and strapped behind my head. He attached a small hose to the ball and pumped it with air filling my mouth completely. I concentrated on breathing through my nose. I was lead by the small chain attached to the strap on my balls to a rectangle table in the kitchen area. I was bent over the long side of the table while one of the men secured my ankles to the table legs and the other stretched and secured my arms so that my face was hanging over the edge of the table. My ass was completely exposed and vulnerable, my balls were hanging down, and my dick was pushing at the underside of the table. 

I was left that way for 15 minutes or so until I felt a hand stroking my dick. The ring was removed and the hand continued to stroke me, gently, almost caring. Then I felt a tremendous pain on my ass. One of then was spanking my ass and he wasn’t using his hand. I tried to concentrate and I could hear a slight noise before the intense burning on my ass. After 10 strokes of this, a small, very thin, leather belt was dangled in front of me. “Only 10 more, or 20, maybe,” he said while laughing. 

The stroking of my dick combined with the whipping on my ass had me close to orgasm. Just as I was ready to explode the stroking stopped and the ring was replaced and tightened even more than before. I didn’t know who was doing what but I’m sure a different man delivered the last six strikes with the belt. The pain was intense, my ass was on fire, tears were rolling down my face and I was close to passing out. 

I was left in this position until the men returned both dressed in robes, it was obvious they had showered. They untied the bindings, cuffed my hands behind my back and stood me up. Mr. R said, “you be good now?” I started to explain to the asshole that I hadn’t done anything wrong but the pain in my ass made me decided different. I nodded yes. The gag was removed and I was lead back into the living area. Mr. R removed his robe and sat naked on the couch. 

“You suck, on knees slut boy.” Mr. W slapped my ass and I moved and knelt in front of Mr. R. I was determined not to have my ass beat again so I did my best. I licked his balls and sucked almost his entire shaft in my mouth. I took my time and he exploded in my mouth about 30 minutes later. 

45 minutes later and Mr. W had filled my mouth in the same way. Minutes after Mr. W had filled my mouth with his hot cum, there was a knock on the door. Both men tied their robes and room service was let in the room. Sometime during all the sucking, someone had ordered dinner and it was being served. A young Hispanic man entered with the room service cart and he kept looking at me. I must have been a sight. On my knees, hands bound behind me, a cock ring, a leather band around my ball sack, and a very red ass. He uncovered the food and arranged it on the table looking at me and back at what he was doing. He handed the check to Mr. R and stepped back waiting for him to sign it and tip him. His eyes never left me while he waited. Mr. R handed the room service man the signed receipt and had a $ 20.00 bill in his hand. He waved the twenty in the air and asked the young man if he wanted a tip or, looking at me, if he wanted a tip. The young man, still staring at me, said, “I want a tip.” He walked over to me, undid his trousers letting them fall to the floor then pulled his underwear down. Hanging inches from my face was an circumcised cock about 7” long and still soft. “you better be worth $20.00 you white whore.” 

He held his soft cock in one hand, grabbed a handful of my hair with his other hand and forced his cock in my mouth. I didn’t suck him, he fucked my face. The harder his dick got, the harder he fucked my face. He was young and very horny, he started shooting hot cum within minutes. The difference between this young man and the older men I had been sucking was that he had loads of hot cum to squirt in my mouth. He must have squirted for at least 10 seconds. I did my best to swallow it all but a lot dribbled out the corners of my mouth. 

He regained his composure, pulled up his pants, turned to Mr. R and Mr. W and said “Thanks.” 

As he was leaving, he asked, “Do you want me to have someone pick up the dirty dishes?” Mr. R said, “yes, please,”

The young man explained that he was off but would make sure someone would be there to clean up. He thanked the men again and left. I was called to stand next to Mr. R as he ate and had the cock ring removed. In between bites of food, Mr. R attached small bell type weights to the chain hanging from the leather strap on my balls. The weights pulled the strap down causing additional pain in my already full and sensitive nuts. He then attached clamps to my nipples and added 2 weights to the chain on the clamps. With two more weights added to he chain around my nuts and the intense pain in my nipples, it was all I could do to stand. Each man then picked up a bamboo stick. The sticks were very thin and about 4 feet long. Mr. R used his stick to push the weights around my nuts back and forth. The weights were now acting like a pendulum and causing more pain. Mr. W used his stick to lift the weights hanging from my nipples and then let them drop. I was in intense pain. The combination of the pain in my nuts, my nipples, and my sore ass was too much. My knees buckled and I dropped to the floor in tears. 

I lay there crying while both men removed the clamps and the strap between my legs. I don’t remember much of the next hour or so but I do know that I sucked two more Hispanic men after they cleaned up the dirty dishes.

Mr. R took the cuffs off me and handed me a bag. He said,” Jack say you wear,” and both men sat to watch. I asked if I could clean my face and was told no. I opened the bag and was horrified. There was a woman’s outfit complete with wig and heels. I told them there was no fucking way I was going out in public dressed like that. I wanted my clothes. Mr. R got up, picked up the briefcase with my clothes and handed it to me. I tried to open it and remembered it was locked. You go now, said Mr. W. 

I then realized I could walk out of the hotel naked or dressed in woman’s clothing. Both men were laughing uncontrollably.



The Pictures Ch. 04



I had a slightly lesser chance of being arrested dressed in female clothing than I did leaving the hotel completely naked. I remove the clothes and started getting dressed. Black garter belt and black fish net stockings. Black bra that had padding in it. As I was pulling up the black mini skirt, Mr. R said "stop, take it off."

I let the skirt drop to the floor as he said, "wait."

He returned with a ball of string and tied a loop around my waist as if it were a belt. As he moved in front of me he said "this no work," 

On one of the tables was a large bowl filled with plastic flowers. He emptied the flowers and filled the bowl with ice and water. He set the bowl on the floor and told me to sit in it. As I lowered myself down he directed me to put my balls and still hard cock in the ice-cold water. As my balls touched the icy water, I jumped and started to stand back up. Mr. R grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down into the water and held me there. The cold water shriveled my balls and made my hard cock go soft and shrink to nothing. 

He told me to stand and tied another piece of string around my cock just behind the head. He then moved behind me, grab the string and my dick and pulled my cock back and up into my ass. The string attached to my dick was then tied to the string around my waist effectively taking my dick out of sight. 

Mr. R walked in front of me, looked at Mr. W, smiled, and said, "dress." 

I put the mini skirt on and the red see through top. I tried to put the high heels on while standing but just couldn't. As I sat on the bed struggling with the damn shoes, Mr. R threw the wig at me. I put it on and felt utterly humiliated. I looked like an idiot, complete with cum on my face. Mr. R handed me the briefcase with my clothes locked inside and said, "go."

I thought about using the stairs but was concerned for my safety. Eight floors in a stairwell could be a long walk if I met the wrong person or people. I took my chances with the elevator. The lobby was empty except for the desk clerk and one bellboy. I made my way to the garage and was feeling safe, I had made it. About 30 feet from my car a security guard came out of nowhere and was walking straight toward me. As he approached me, he asked, "Are you a guest in the hotel?"

I replied, "No, I'm leaving." As I stepped around him, he moved in front of me and asked why I was there. 

I stammered something about visiting, he put his hand on his nightstick and said," you need to come with me." 

"Please man, just let me get out of here," I pleaded. 

He said, "we don't like your type in our hotel, now move" and he pointed in the direction I had just come from. I turned and we walk to a doorway and down a long dark hall. We ended up in a cramped office, dimly lit and no windows. After more questions and more lies from me he said, " I'm calling the cops, you're in big trouble boy." 

"Please mister, let me go. I promise I'll never come back here." 

He was holding the phone in his hand and looking me up and down. He smiled and said, "from the looks of your face, there may be one way to stop me from calling the cops." 

Damn it, I knew it. I felt like I was in some never ending gay movie and I was the star. "How," I asked with my head hanging low? 

"You've obviously been sucking some dicks in my hotel. Suck one more and I'll let you go. If not, you can suck all the cock you want in jail, downtown."

This was a big black man, 6'6" tall and at least 220 lbs, I did not want to go here. All I wanted was to get home. " Please Mister," I begged. He shrugged his shoulders and started dialing.

"Ok, ok, I'll do it."

He grinned, told me to come here and pointed to the floor between his legs. I moved around the desk and stood between his legs. 

"Kneel," he commanded as he stood up. 

"Take off my pants." I undid his belt and lowered his pants and underwear. He stepped out of them and as I looked up, I was staring at the biggest cock I had ever seen. Hanging straight down, it had to be 8" long. He grabbed hold of that massive thing and slapped me on the right side of my face and then on the left side. 

"You better be good boy. Now go lock the door." I did as I was told and as I was walking back he told me to loose the skirt. I took the skirt off and with my dick tied up in my ass, he started laughing. "You going to act like a slut, I guess you want to look like one." 

"Come here and let me rub that pussy." He grabbed a handful of my pubic hair, pulled and said, "you better suck me good slut."

I knelt down and started licking his cock. I had no idea if I could even get it in my mouth. I took the head in my mouth and he started to grow. The harder he got, the more I sucked. After a couple minutes of sucking and playing with those massive black balls, I was really getting into it. He was hard and black and enjoying his cock in my mouth. I realized I was getting excited and my own dick was trying to get hard. Tied like it was, it had no place to go and the discomfort was again turning into pain. This guy was unbelievable, 15 minutes of sucking and playing with his balls and he still hadn't cum. As this thought was running through my head, he grabbed my hair and started pumping his black cock into my mouth. I felt his balls tighten, his cock twitch, one final pump into my mouth and he held his cock deep in my mouth. The first of many streams of hot cum hit the back of my throat. I started counting them, 2, 3, 4, and then he pulled out and shot 2 more streams of cum on my face. 

He kept pulling on his cock until it started to soften. He reached between his balls and squeezed every drop out of his cock and told me to lick it. I licked the last of his cum from the tip of his cock. 

"Stay," he said, as he put his pants on. 

He handed me an envelope, threw the skirt at me and said, "get the hell out of here. If I ever see you in my hotel again, I'll beat you, fuck you, and then call the cops."

I started to put the skirt on and he yelled, "I told you to get out." 

I put the skirt on in the hall and made it to my car. I sat in the car trying to clean the cum from my face when I remembered the envelope. I looked at it and saw my name written on the front. I opened it; on the paper was Drive straight to my house. Don't stop and don't change clothes.

It wasn't signed but I knew it was Jack. This whole thing with the security guard had been a setup. Jack was controlling me and he wasn't even present. I had a real bad feeling.

I drove home and parked in my driveway. I looked around, saw no one and since it was dark, walked as fast as I could to Jack's house. He took his time answering the door but finally opened it and told me to come in. 

"You look like shit, slut," he grinned. " Follow me."

I followed him to the den and he told me to wait. I was thinking, this is the room of my first double suck but my thoughts were interrupted when Jack and Janice walked in. I was totally embarrassed. I didn't know that Janice knew anything about what Jack was doing to and with me. 

"Can you fix him," he asked her. Janice walked around me and said, "I think so. He probably won't pass on the street but I can make him look a lot better."

Jack walked up to me and said, "Go with Janice and do as she asks." 

I followed her to the other side of the house. I guessed she and Jack shared the house but had bedrooms on opposite sides. As we walked into her bedroom, she turned to me and said, "let's get you out of these," and she started undressing me. She finished with the garter belt and hose and noticed my red ass. She lightly rubbed my ass and said something about fixing this. She then noticed the ropes, the one around my waist and the one tied to my dick. 

"What did they do to you?" It was like she was thinking out loud and didn't expect an answer. Here I was, standing naked in front of an old fat woman, dressed in a robe with a grandma hairdo and she was untying a rope from the head of my dick. 

I followed her into the bathroom where she handed me a bottle of lotion and told me to rub it all over, including my neck, chin and cheeks. "It'll make you feel better," she said. When I finished, Janice took the bottle and rubbed it on my back and even my ass. The lotion felt a little hot on my balls and ass, probably from all the abuse they had taken. 

I stepped in the shower she had ready. "Wash yourself all over, Mike."

I yelled at the top of my lungs, "What the fuck." All my hair was falling off my body. Janice opened the shower and asked, "What's the matter?" 

"What the hell have you done to me?" 

"Jack's instructions, Mike. Would you like me to get him?" That's when Jack walked in the room, glaring at me he said, "I never want to hear another outburst like that again." I stood naked in the shower in front of Jack and his wife and said nothing. Jack finally asked, "Do you understand me?"

"Yes Sir," was all I could mumble. 

It was too late. I had virtually no body hair left and there wasn't anything I could do about it now. 

I finished showering and was told to get in the tub. Janice had filled the tub and had also added some type of "smell good" to it. I had no body hair and now I was going to smell like a woman. 

The next 45 minutes was spent with Janice applying make up, fixing the blonde wig, and helping me get dressed. I was dressed except for the skirt when Janice informed me she had to put the string back on me, explaining, "Jack doesn't want your little dickie getting in the way." She stuffed my cock in my ass and secured it in place with the strings again, just like the Asian man had. 

I followed Janice into the den where she said to Jack, "I did the best I could." The next hour was spent with Jack taking pictures of me in various poses. Legs crossed, legs spread, sitting, standing, lying down, it was tiring. Either Jack or Janice would put me in a pose and then I would be adjusted until Jack was happy.

"I think I have enough," Jack said and I thought I was done. I really wanted to go home. 

"One more thing to do," Jack informed me. "You need to thank Janice for all her hard work."

I looked at Janice, smiled as best I could and said, "Thank you."

"That's very nice, Mickey, but Janice needs to be thanked in a special way." I was led to an exercise room and told to lie on my back on an exercise bench. The type used for bench presses among other routines. I was positioned so my ass was on the far end and my hands were pulled over my head and secured with ropes. My feet were spread wide apart and also tied to the bench with ropes. A strap across my chest and stomach kept me secured in place. 

Jack reached down and pulled my skirt up and then cut the string holding my dick. He reached out and pulled my dick free, my dick, balls and ass were hanging over the end of the bench. Janice was standing on the side of me, even with my head and facing Jack. Jack picked up a riding crop; the kind used on horses and used it to play with my balls. Suddenly, Janice lifted her leg and was standing over my face. Her robe, on either side of my face blocked out most of the light and I could hardly see anything. I didn't know what to expect. I was bound and exposed, Jack was holding a riding crop and his wife was straddling my face. 

Janice lowered herself towards my face and with her ass inches away stopped. 

I heard Jack, "Janice likes her ass licked, sucked, and tongue fucked before she cums." Tapping my balls with the riding crop, he continued, " Do a good job, my little slut." With that she reached back, spread her ass checks, and lowered herself to my mouth. 

I was going to be sick, what a nasty smell. That bitch hadn't bathed all day. I just couldn't do it. I kept my mouth closed and shook my head. 

I felt an unbelievable pain in my nuts; Jack must have used the riding crop. I screamed and when I did, Janice was squirming all over my face with her ass. 

"Mickey, make her happy or suffer the consequences." With that, he slapped my nuts with the crop again. I got past the smell and was using my tongue on her ass. The whole time, Jack made sure I knew the riding crop was close to my balls and dick. He lightly slapped my dick with the crop and said, " put your tongue in her ass, slut." After I tongue fuck her for a few minutes, Janice slightly lifted her ass and farted, right in my face and open mouth. 

"I forgot to tell you about that part, Mickey boy. She likes to fart a few times before she can cum." The entire time, Jack kept the crop close to my balls. 

Three more farts and that crazy bitch move so her dripping wet pussy was over my face. Five or six minutes of her riding my face with my nose stuck up her ass, she finally came. I thought she was going to suffocate me. 

As she slowly inched her way off my face, I could hear a noise not consistent with what was happening. Janice was inches from my face and I was still in darkness. Then I felt it, hot liquid streaming on my face. The odor hit me; this nasty bitch was peeing on my face. She must have been holding it for hours; it just kept coming and coming. 

After she had left the room, Jack walked over to me, looked down and said, "You might be a common slut, but you're mine bitch." 

He untied me and made me clean up the plastic that had been placed under the bench. That must have been the sound I heard, Jack knew this was going to happen. "Now you know why I don't fuck her anymore. She may want to keep you busy," he said laughing.

"I'd like a blow job but you smell Mickey, get out of here." I walked across the street and into my home to a ringing phone. I answered it without even caring if it was Jack. The sweet voice on the other end was my wife. After some small talk and my explaining about the bogus sales meeting and why my phone was off, I told her it was a dead battery, she asked " Why didn't you tell me you met George S? (Again, no last names in this story.) 

"George who, what are you talking about, dear?"

Cindy said, " George is one of our junior partners, he flew up yesterday to help me with closing arguments and during drinks last night he said he met you at Jack's earlier this week."

"Oh," I said, thinking George must have been the stranger at Jack's, I never did find out his name. "I did meet someone briefly, don't know anything about him, in fact honey, I didn't even remember his name." I continued. 

"That's strange," Cindy continued, "George went on and on about you, about how much fun you were and how much he enjoyed getting to know you. He even commented that he's looking forward to spending more time with you."

"That's nice," I said. Damn Jack, he had brought one of Cindy's partners into this and they were letting me know it through Cindy. 

Cindy went on to say they expected a verdict tomorrow morning and she had reservations that would have her home tomorrow night but she also had a stand by ticket for the day. She said she'd call if she could but to expect her home tomorrow night. What a relief, after all I'd been through; Cindy's return would give me some piece for the weekend. 

I showered, changed, and locked the clothes and wig in the trunk of my car. That's when I realized my clothes were still locked in the briefcase. I had a choice of calling Jack and probably paying for the combination with my mouth or throwing the briefcase and clothes in the dumpster tomorrow. I decided the clothes weren't worth it. 

Cindy would be home tomorrow and everything would be back to normal. Jack would be out of my life and out of my mouth.



The Pictures Ch. 05



I woke the next morning and checked the house before leaving for work. I made sure everything was in its place. I hoped my wife would be home tonight and I didn’t want any problems. Jack called me about 10:30 and said, “you’ve got e mail”, and hung up. 

I opened the mail and saw 2 pictures of me dressed in female clothes; the poses Jack had put me in last night. The e-mail read, be at the adult bookstore on 6th street at 12:00. Wear only running shorts. Damn, Jack was playing this game right up until Cindy was due home. One last time, I thought to myself. 

I got a lot of looks as I walked into the bookstore. It was lunchtime and crowded with men from all lines of work. From the truck driver to the salesman, construction workers to executives. Jack walked up to me and said, “Follow me.”

We walked to the back and into the video arcade area. The hall, with booths on either side, was lined with men, all of them staring at me. Jack walked into a booth about half way down the hall and leaving the door opened, told me to undress. As I handed him the shorts and he gave me instructions, “I’m going in the next booth and I have some friends with me, you suck every cock that comes through that hole. And leave this door unlocked.”

With that, he walked out, holding my shorts and closed the door. I was left standing naked until the first dick came through the hole. It was a long, thick, and hard, black cock. I sat on the little bench and started licking the head, then sucked it into my mouth. About 3 minutes later it erupted and shot loads of hot sticky cum into my mouth. Jack walked in and told me to swallow every drop I was given. He then told me to stand up and suck. I was bent over at the waist when a white smaller and not as thick cock came through the hole. As I started to suck it, Jack grabbed my balls and told me to spread my legs and stay that way. 

Jack was in and out of that booth; I could just imagine him out in the hall lining up men for a blowjob. When he was in the booth, he was squeezing my balls, rubbing my cock, and sticking his finger in my ass. His way of concreting the fact that I was his and he could do whatever he wanted. I was in that booth and that position for over an hour, I lost count of how many cocks I had sucked after 12. All sizes, shapes, and colors poked through that hole and came in my mouth.

Jack finally said, “Stand up bitch.” and we left the booth. As Jack walked me down the hall, still naked and still lined with men, I was jeered, called names, complimented, grabbed, and pinched. As we approached the opening to the main store, Jack turned and threw my shorts at me and said, “Do not touch your little dick without asking me first” and he walked away. 

Jack stopped and in front of all those men whose cocks I had just sucked said, “Wear a pair of Cindy’s pink panties the rest of the day.” I started to protest and decided it would do no good. I dressed and got out of there as fast as I could. 

As I drove to my office I contemplated my situation. What had started as a simple blowjob to keep my family intact had turned into me being a common whore. A gay whore at that. I was devastated and humiliated and to make matters worse, my cock was still hard. How could this behavior excite me? What was happening to me?

I called Cindy again and got her voice mail. I wished she would call me and let me know what time she’d be home. The afternoon dragged on, memories of hard cocks in my mouth and Jack’s finger in my ass would not leave my brain. I wanted to jack off but was worried that somehow Jack would find out. The drive home was even worse; I still didn’t know what Cindy’s plans were or when she’d be home. I thought about stopping for a few drinks but decided against it. In my mental condition I’d probably get drunk and end up in jail. 

I noticed Jack’s car in his driveway and hoped he would leave me alone. I entered the house and got the shock of my life, my knees went weak and I was close to passing out. There on my couch was Cindy and right next to her was Jack. 

“Hello Mike,” damn, her voice sounded so sweet and she looked as beautiful as ever. I started towards her for a hug and kiss but she put up her hand for me to stop. I stopped but my heart almost did too. Cindy pointed to a manila envelope on the coffee table and said, “Open it.” 

I knew what was in it immediately. “Open it,” she said again. There were 12 pictures of me, all 8X10 color and very clear. 

“Cindy, I can explain,” I pleaded.

“Don’t Mike, I can see for myself. I want you to pack a suitcase and leave.” 

“Please baby, can’t we talk about this. Alone. What the fuck is he doing here anyway. This is all his fault.” 

“Go pack,” was all she said.

“Please Cindy, I can explain, I’ll make it up to you, please baby,” I was all but crying. I had done all those things to save her embarrassment. 

“Mike, I want you to listen very closely, I’m only going to say this one time, and it is a one time offer only. Do you understand?” I nodded that I did. She continued, “It is obvious that you cannot control your own life, therefore someone has to do it for you. You can give complete control to me or you can pack and leave. If you leave, you will give me a divorce and everything I want. If you try and fight me, I’ll take theses pictures to the judge where they will become public record and I promise you, any judge will give me everything I ask for after seeing these.” 

The silence was eerie and as I glanced at Jack, that SOB was grinning. My head was spinning, I couldn’t think, my knees were weak and even more humiliating, I was crying. I actually had tears running down my cheeks. I had completely humiliated myself to avoid what was now happening. 

“Mike, I want an answer.”

“Cindy, can’t we please talk about this alone,” I begged. 

“Make your choice Mike or I’ll make it for you,” her words were cold. 

“I can’t live without you,” I mumbled.

Cindy’s words were ice cold and demanding, “here are your rules, rules you will live by or accept the consequences. You will do exactly as you are told, without hesitation, and to the best of your ability. It’s that simple. Do you understand what I have said,” she asked.

“Yes,’ was all I could utter. 

“Yes, what?”

I looked at her in disbelief. 

“Yes Ma’am,” came her reply to my unasked question.

“Yes Ma’am,” I answered. 

“Strip Mike,” was her first order. 

I was broken, I had just completely submitted to my wife in order to keep her. As I removed my clothes, I remembered the pink panties. I pulled down my trousers and when Cindy saw the panties, she started laughing and shaking her head. 

“Leave those on, they look good on you,” she said still laughing. 

“Follow me Mike,” she said as we walked towards our bedroom. Cindy positioned me at the foot of our bed facing the headboard. The wrought iron footboard felt cold as she had me spread my arms and grab the iron. Cindy then used two leather straps with 4” of Velcro to secure my arms to the bed. I was left tied to the foot of my own bed in a pair of my wife’s pink panties.  

15 minutes later, Cindy and Jack walked in. “Mike, you are about to get a taste of your new life. I have never cheated on you, never, although I’ve had many opportunities. You on the other hand have been cheating in a most perverse way. Keep your mouth shut and your eyes open,” 

Cindy put her arms around Jack and kissed him deeply on the lips. 

“Cindy, please don’t,” I begged. 

Jack pulled the panties off me and handed them to Cindy. “I told you to keep your mouth shut, now open wide.” Cindy demanded. 

I promised to be quiet and with that comment, Jack squeezed my balls so hard, I let out a yell. When I did, Cindy shoved the panties in my mouth and Jack wrapped a wide leather strap around my head to secure the panties. 

They spread my legs wide apart and secured them to the bottom of the wrought iron footboard. Jack reached around me and pulled my dick up and let it rest on one of the cross rails. He whispered in my ear, “I’m going to fuck your wife like she’s never been fucked and you’re going to watch.”

Jack removed Cindy’s dress and kissed and licked her body as he did. He removed her bra and started playing with her gorgeous tits, as he sucked each nipple, Cindy moaned and groaned. As he knelt down to the pull her panties down, he remarked, “Baby, you’re so wet.” 

My naked wife removed Jack’s clothes and holding his cock in her hand, looked at me and said, “this is a perfect dick, no wonder you wanted to suck it so bad.” She took it in her mouth and licked and sucked on it and while holding Jack’s balls, took an entire load of his cum and swallowed it. “Mmmm, you’re delicious,” she said to Jack while looking at me and licking her lips.

Jack laid Cindy on the bed and spread her legs wide so I had the perfect view of her wet and opened pussy, she was obviously excited. Jack licked and sucked her pussy for 20 minutes, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm until he was hard again. Kneeling between her legs, Jack turned to me and said, “Watch my ass and listen to your wife, this is the way to fuck a woman.” 

Since Jack had just cum 25 minutes ago, he fucked Cindy for what seemed like an eternity. They both came in a screaming fit and Jack finally rolled off my wife and lay next to her. In a few minutes, with Cindy still on the bed with her legs spread wide and cum showing at the opening of her pussy, Jack walked behind me and strapped a belt around my waist. He then untied one arm and secured it to my side, then the other arm was done the same way. The belt had some type of leather straps that held my arms close to my side. I had a little movement but not much. He than grabbed my hard cock and pulled me to the side of the bed. “Kneel bitch,” he commanded. 

As I knelt in front of him, Cindy rolled her head to one side and was watching.  “ I want you to clean my dick, it’s covered with cum and your wife’s pussy juice. Now take it in your mouth and show Cindy what a good little cock sucking bitch you’re going to be for her.” With that, Jack removed the strap and the panties from my mouth.

I took his now softening cock in my mouth and sucked it clean. “Good boy, Mickey. Now get on the bed on your back.” 

As I laid down on my back, Jack explained, “Now your going to lick and suck all my cum out of Cindy. If Cindy doesn’t feel your tongue deep in her pussy, or if she doesn’t feel you sucking on her, I’m going to take this belt and whip your tiny little balls and dick.”

I was a beaten man, completely humiliated in front of and by my beautiful wife. I licked and sucked her pussy and Jack’s sperm deposit until Cindy had another orgasm. 

Cindy got off the bed and told me to “stay” as she and Jack went into the bathroom and then the kitchen. They returned with a drink each. Standing over me, Cindy looked at Jack and simply nodded. 

“Stand,” she said. I stood with my dick still hard, and their juices drying on my face. Cindy sat on the edge of the bed and Jack returned and sat next to her. He handed Cindy a bag, and she said to me, “I have a surprise for you Mike.”

Cindy pulled a hard plastic device from the bag and handed it to Jack. The next thing I knew, Cindy had a wet rag filled with crushed ice wrapped around my cock. The effect was immediate; my hard dick shrunk from the cold and was completely soft.

With that, Jack placed the plastic device on my soft cock. It was some type of male chastity belt. It covered my dick like a cage and even had a piece that went around my balls to keep it in place. Jack then handed Cindy a small lock and she locked the cage in place. I couldn’t get hard, the cage prevented me from playing with myself, or using my cock for anything but pissing. 

Cindy then handed Jack a key and she kept the other one. Cindy stood up and looked me right in the eye, “When I believe you have fully accepted our agreement, I will unlock you and let you cum. You will wear this always and I, and only I, will control when, where, and how you use that thing. If you cum once a month or once a year, it’s all up to you. Do you understand me?” 

“Yes ma’am,” was all I could say.



The Pictures Ch. 06



I spent the rest of the night moving my clothes into the spare bedroom and doing Cindy’s laundry. Every time I tried to talk about what happened, Cindy told me to hush and do as I was told. I still loved my beautiful wife and I wanted our life back. 

As Cindy walked towards what use to be our bedroom, she said, “Serve me breakfast in bed at 7:30.” With that, she closed the bedroom door. I didn’t sleep well that night; thoughts of Cindy and Jack in our bed would not leave my head. 

I had Cindy’s breakfast ready at 7:30 as instructed but as I went to open our bedroom door, I found it locked. I had to knock on my own bedroom door to serve my wife breakfast. Cindy opened the door naked, turned and climbed back in bed. After I had placed the tray on the bed, she said, “Shower and shave.” I turned towards our bathroom and she said, “Not in my bathroom.” I left our bedroom with my head hung low. 

After showering, I noticed the breakfast tray on the floor outside the bedroom door. I took this as a hint to clean the dishes. 

Cindy came out of the bedroom dressed to kill. She looked beautiful and sexy in a short mini skirt and a silk top, which accented her breast. I thought the top was a little too small and opened too much but I kept quiet. She walked to my new room and placed the clothes she wanted me to wear on the bed. As she walked out she said, “Get dressed.” I saw a pair of blue jean shorts I used to wear around the house to tease her, they were too short to go out in public and had holes and tears around the ass and crotch. She had also put out a tank top and my sandals. 

I dressed as instructed and as I walked into the kitchen Cindy looked at me and said, “Get me a pair of scissors.” Returning with the scissors, Cindy told me to remove the tank top. I handed it to her and she proceeded to cut the bottom off leaving my belly exposed. I looked like a two bit male hooker ready for the street corner. 

Cindy told me to get her car out of the garage and wait for her. Cindy walked out of the house and to my complete surprise, opened the back door and got in. I was now also her chauffeur, I hoped this day wouldn’t get any worse than it already was. She gave me directions as I drove, never telling me where we were going. As I pulled up in front of a tattoo shop I was pleasantly surprised. I had always wanted Cindy to get a tattoo but she said they were not appropriate for someone in her position. I wonder what she would get. As we walked in, I noticed the place was empty and they didn’t open for another hour. Cindy hugged the man and asked if he were ready. He said yes and as they walked towards the back she turned to me and said, “Follow.” 

We walked into a private room with a table, similar to one in a Doctors office. Cindy turned to me and said, “Strip.” I hesitated for a second thinking I was going to watch her get a tattoo and she said, “I told you to strip.”

After stripping in front of my wife and a stranger, he told me to lie on the table on my stomach. Looking to Cindy to reassurance, I felt his hand slapped my ass hard and again was instructed by him to get on the table. I did as I was told and soon felt and heard the tattoo needle on my ass check. When he finished with the right side, he moved to the left side. I still had no idea what was being permanently inked on my ass. Bandages were placed on both tattoos and I was instructed to roll over on my back. The procedure was then replayed on my lower stomach below my navel. A bandage was placed there and I was told to stand. 

I stood naked as the tattoo artist made out a receipt and Cindy handed him a credit card. He handed her back the credit card receipt and Cindy told me to sign it. She was using one of my credit cards and I had no idea what had been tattooed on my body for $ 180.00. Cindy looked at me and said, “Tip the nice gentleman.” He was of course no gentleman, he was big, burley, and tattooed all over. 

“You know I don’t have any money with me”. Cindy put her hand up and told me the shut up; she told me she would no longer accept my silly excuses. “Tip the gentleman, I said.” 

I didn’t know what to do. Burley guy looked at me with a big smile, stood up and started unbuckling his pants and said, “Come here boy.” He dropped his pants to the floor and sat back down in his chair. I knew what the tip was going to be. I looked at Cindy and she snapped her fingers and pointed at burley guy’s crotch. I knelt between his legs and took his soft cock in my mouth. He smelled like he hadn’t bathed in a day or two but I did what Cindy wanted. After getting him hard and sucking for a while, he said, “You were right, he is a good little cock sucker.” A few minutes later, he started moaning and pumping. That’s when I heard Cindy say, “Make sure he swallows it all.” With that, burley guy grabbed the back of my head and started pumping his cock into my throat. He came with a moan and his cock buried deep in my throat. We left with burley guy still in his chair with his pants around his ankles. 

As we walked outside, I asked Cindy what was tattooed on me and her reply was a slap in my face. “Speak to me when I speak to you.” She walked to the car and waited for me to open her door. 

Our next stop was a fashionable spa outside of town. My hopes of Cindy spending time here were smashed right after we walked in. A smile and a big hug to the lady in the reception room was followed by her asking Cindy, “Is this him?” Cindy nodded and we walked through the doors, down a hall and into a small room. Cindy turned to me and said, “Strip.” As I was removing my clothes for the second time that day in front of my wife and a stranger, Cindy said to me, “you do exactly as you are told.” With that she picked up my clothes and the car keys and walked out. 

The lady introduced herself as Maggie but said I could call her and all her employees, Ma’am. She then bent down and examined the cage around my dick. She stood up, looked me right in the eye and said, “you’re not much of a man. Follow me.”

We walked down a long hall and I realize that I was the only man in the place. The employees were dressed in uniforms and the female patrons were wrapped in towels. I was the only male in the place and the only naked person walking the hall. The women pointed and openly laughed at me. I spent the next two hours being bathed, another hair removal process, a manicure, a pedicure complete with painted toenails and had my hair cut short. I was paraded up and down the halls and subject to the same humiliation I experienced around Jack. 

I was waiting for Cindy in the reception room when she arrived. She had me stand up for inspection. There were four women in the room and 3 of the employees came out, Cindy made a big production out of her inspection. More humiliation in public combined with the fact that Cindy had unbuttoned all the buttons on her blouse and had tied it in a knot around her waist. Her tits weren’t exposed but she had left very little to the imagination. Cindy handed me my clothes and told me to dress, eight women watched me and I dressed as quickly as possible. 

Cindy again waited for me to open the back door for her. I noticed she had been shopping but I knew better than to ask any questions. 

Cindy said, “Take me to one of those adult type book stores. The ones that sell toys and other such items.” I only knew of one in town and that was the one Jack took me to. I didn’t want to risk someone noticing me but since it was Saturday, I felt somewhat comfortable. This newfound level of comfort was smashed as I counted 7 cars when I drove in the parking lot.

We walked in the store, me in my short cut offs and altered tank top and Cindy in her mini skirt and silk top tied above her waist. I hadn’t noticed the man behind the counter until he said, “ you back for more?” He was the same clerk that had been on duty the last time I was in there with Jack. 

Cindy looked at me and asked, “You’ve been here before?”

By the time she finished asking questions, she knew everything that happened. Jack taking my clothes, Jack lining up men, and all the cocks I sucked that day at lunch. She just shook her head and said, “You’re pathetic.” 

“Show me.”

“Show you what,” I asked. 

“Show me exactly where you were.” 

I walked Cindy back to the arcade area and showed her the booth. She opened the door and looked around. 

“You knelt here,” she asked pointing to the floor. 

“I knelt and stood there, yes.” 

“Yes what?” she asked with her hands on her hips. Damn, she looked so good in that mini skirt and her top had opened even more. 

“Yes ma’am,” I muttered. 

“Men stick their dicks through that hole and you sucked them?”

“Yes ma’am.”

By this time, a small group had gathered and they were watching the show. 

“You don’t even know who you’re sucking or what they look like, it’s just a dick to you. Jack’s right, you have become a cock sucking little whore.” 

Cindy looked up at the crowd and said, “You don’t even know if you’ve sucked any of these dicks, do you?” With that she walked out of the arcade area and into the main shop. Two men slapped me on the ass, one grabbed my crotch and told me he’d be happy to fuck my wife if I needed any help. Once again, I was ready to cry from humiliation. 

Cindy told me to stand in the corner while she shopped. She called me and as I walked to the counter I noticed three men standing close by openly looking at her tits. She wasn’t even trying to hide them; she was really enjoying the control and her own exhibition. 

She picked up a large bag and told me to sign the receipt. $ 238.36 and I had no idea what she had purchased.

We arrived home about 4:00 and I spent the next hour naked, getting drinks and snacks for Cindy and doing any household chore she felt necessary. 

At 5:00 I was told to put my shorts on, the same shorts but Cindy had cut them even shorter and walk over to Jack’s. I started to ask why I had to go to Jack’s but the look on Cindy’s face told me not to. 

Jack met me at the door and as soon as I was inside, told me to undress. Once again, I was standing in his entry naked. He told me to follow him as he walked into the den. Sitting there was a large, muscled, mean looking, black man whom I’d never seen before. We were not introduced and I didn’t ask. I stood there with my head bowed and my hands folded behind my back. 

Janice came down the hall and as she approached Jack said, “Go with Janice and do exactly as you’re told or I’ll send the gorilla in to deal with you.” 

I followed Janice down the hall and into her bedroom. As I noticed the pole and the bag hanging from it Janice said, “lie on the bed on your side and pull your knees up to your chest.” 

I knew what she was going to do, that was an enema set up. “Please Janice, don’t do this. Can’t we just say we did, I promise I’ll never tell.”

Her eyes were almost sad as she said, “ you can either do this with me or Jack will send his friend in here. Either way, you will have to do it.”

She reached over and while gently rubbing my ass said, “now you be a good boy for mommy. Lay down on the bed and show me what a big boy you can be and maybe mommy will give you a surprise.”

Oh my God, was all I could think of.



The Pictures Ch. 07



Due to personal issues, it's been a while since I've posted. Thanks for the support and with some luck I'll post again in the very near future. 

I received 3 enemas from Janice, each one followed by a cold shower. I was happy that I didn't get a surprise from "mommy" as she had suggested. I walked into Jack's den and was pleasantly surprised when he threw my shorts at me and told me to leave.  

I walked across the street and into my home to find Cindy naked in the large leather chair, playing with herself. She motioned me over and told me to kneel in front of her. As I did, she spread her legs and scooted in the chair so her ass was on the edge.

"All of today's activities have made me very horny. I'm going out tonight but don't want to wait. Use your tongue on me, make me cum." I did as I was told, at first trying to rub her G spot, then concentrating on her clit trying to make her cum.

"Slow down you idiot, that's not a dick your sucking on, make it last." I slowed my pace moving from her pussy to her clit and back and forth. After 30 minutes or so, she clamped her legs around my head, keeping me glued to her clit and came with a scream. 

"Lie down on your back" she said. She walked over, put a foot on each side of my head, glared down at me and said, "Your mouth is the only thing worthwhile on you." With that, she sat on my face and told me to clean the mess I'd made. "Don't lick you fool, suck my pussy clean."

After Cindy had finished with me she told me to run a bath, in my bathroom. As the tub was filing, she added some type of bath salt and perfume. She told me to relax in the tub until she returned. She came back about 30 minutes later, it was obvious she had showered while I was in the tub, her hair was wet and she was naked. "Get out, dry off and come into my bathroom."

I was told to sit on the stool, which had been placed in front of the large mirror. Cindy then applied a gel to my hair and combed it straight back, the effect was that my hair was plastered to my head. As she reached in one of the drawers, there was a knock at the front door. Cindy put on a very sexy, see - through robe and went to answer the door, telling me to stay put as she left the bathroom. I was mortified, sitting naked as Cindy walked in the bathroom and introduced this stranger as Ms. Erin. 

"So this is the cock sucking little slut," Erin asked.

"Yes, that's him," replied Cindy. "Stand up boy," Ms. Erin ordered. She then reached down and played with my cock cage, rolling it over in her hand. She then looked at Cindy and said, "It's a very small cage isn't it?" Cindy replied, "There just isn't any reason for a larger one." Both women had a good laugh at my expense. 

"Well, lets see what we can make him," Erin stated. 45 minutes later and for the second time in my life, I had make up on, complete with bright red lipstick and a blonde wig. I was then put in a pair of white lace thongs, white stockings, fake boobs were put on my chest using double sided tape, and they put me in a French Maid type outfit which barely covered my ass and then added 5" high heels to complete my outfit. 

Steeping back and slowly looking at me from head to toe, Ms. Erin said, "If I had a cock, I'd let her suck it." 

"She is kind of cute, isn't she," Cindy and Erin both had good laugh and my humiliation continued at the hands of my own wife. 

Cindy told me, "Go to Jack's house."

"Please ma'am, don't make me go outside dressed like this."

"It's almost dark and I need to get dressed to go out. Now get out of my house," was her reply. I could hear Ms. Erin giggling as I left. 

I walked across the street, rang Jack's doorbell and waited. He left me standing there for at least 5 minutes before opening the door and letting me in. 

"Don't you look cute. Turn around and let me look at you." As I turned, he grabbed my ass and rubbed it saying, "I think we're going to have some fun tonight." He explained that he was playing poker with a few of his friends and I was going to serve them and be the entertainment. Somehow, I knew this wasn't going to be a good night. 

As instructed, I put snacks on the table and filled the ice bucket in the wet bar. The first person to arrive was George, the junior partner from Cindy's law firm and the second dick I had sucked. After saying hello to Jack, he walked over to where I was standing, grabbed my balls with one hand and lightly rubbed his fingers around my lipstick covered mouth, "such a hot mouth on a pretty slut and I look forward to using it tonight." George squeezed my balls making me jump and told me to fix him a drink.  

As I handed the drink to George, he told me to turn around, spread my legs wide and bend over. "Now, spread your ass checks." I felt so embarrassed in that position; the only thing hiding my hole was a thin piece of material from the thong Cindy had put me in. I then felt a hand on my ass and the thong was pulled away and I felt something pushing against my ass. "Just relax and this wont hurt," George said and I could hear the enjoyment in his voice. Within a minute, a butt plug had been inserted in my ass. I felt my sphincter muscle clamp around it and hold it in place. 

"Stand up and straighten up your clothes, slut," was the order from Jack, he had been watching the whole episode. 

In the next few minutes, three other men arrived. Two, I didn't know and one was the big black man from earlier. I was introduced as slut and each man was introduced to me as, Sir. 

During the next hour or so, the men played cards and I served drinks. Each time I neared one of the men to serve a drink, my ass or balls were fondled and crude remarks were made about my outfit and me. Although they were only playing, nickel, dime, quarter, Jack was losing and was not happy. 

"Time to liven up this party. Slut, take off your panties and show my guest what you're hiding under there." I did as I was told; the maid outfit stopped right above my crotch and the cock cage was clearly visible. 

"Come here bitch." I walked over and stood next to Jack. He turned me so I was facing the other four men, grabbed my balls and said, "I own this poor excuse for a man, he's going to suck my dick and each of you can have a turn with him. With that, Jack stood up and told me to kneel.

"Remove my pants and underwear boy." I pulled down his pants and he sat down on the chair. "Leave me out of a hand or two, I'm want to enjoy this blow job." 

Within the next hour, I had sucked four of the men swallowing their cum. The only one left was the big black man. He grinned at me and said, "come here white boy." I knelt in front of him and without being told, pulled his shorts down. Only inches from my face, hanging straight down, was the biggest and meanest looking cock I had ever seen. He put his hand on the back of my wig-covered head and pulled me to his groin. I opened my mouth, praying that it wouldn't get any bigger when it was hard. Much to my disappointment, it did grow. It had to be 10 – 11" long and half as thick around as a beer can. It actually stretched my mouth and was very uncomfortable. 

He sat down and informed me that I could do all the work for a while. I'm guessing 30 minutes of hard sucking and pumping, he stood up, put both hands on my head and started fucking my face. His final thrust buried his cock in my throat, cutting off all air. He must have squirted 6 to 7 times right down my throat. When he finally let go of my head, I fell to the floor exhausted. 

I was allowed to relax for 15 minutes before being ordered to freshen everybody's drinks. All five men were in the den, watching porn and naked from the waist down. I was hoping five blowjobs would be enough but I was sadly mistaken. 

Two and half-hours after I stared giving the first blowjob and an hour after the last one, Jack was ready for more. Jack motioned to George; evidently, they had discussed the next set of events prior to this. George called me over to the table where they had been playing cards and told me to bend over. My ass and the butt plug were now completely exposed to all. George told me to reach behind and spread my checks and not to let go. He kicked my ankles and I spread my legs wider and wider. He then reached up and yanked the butt plug from my ass. The relief was instant; I felt like my ass had been stuffed all night. 

My relief was short lived. "Let go of your ass and put your arms on the table," it was Jack standing behind me. I heard something being squirted from a bottle and I felt something being pushed at the opening to my ass, it was his hard cock. 

"Please Jack, No. Please don't."

"Shut up bitch. Relax and this will only hurt for a minute." I felt the head of his dick push into my virgin ass and the pain was unbearable. "Please Jack, don't do this, please, I'll do anything you want." 

His answer was to pull the head of his cock out and push it in again. I closed my legs trying to protect my ass. "I tried to do this the easy way but have it your way," Jack said as he slapped my ass. My legs were forcibly pulled apart and each one secured to a leg of the table. With my legs secured wide apart and my upper body being held down, I was at their mercy. 

"Please Jack, don't do this." 

Jack replied, "I'm going to fuck your slut boy pussy just like I fucked your wife's pussy." 

The head of his cock was in my ass again. Someone asked, "You fucked his wife?" As Jack was slowly rocking back and forth in my ass, going deeper and deeper, he answered, "I sure did, and this little slut watched and then cleaned my cock and his wife's pussy. That's the night she put the cock cage on his little dickie." 

Jack was now in full gear ripping my ass open and I was actually sobbing like a little baby. I guess the tightness of my ass and the fact that it was virgin had Jack cumming in a matter of minutes. I could feel the hot cum filling my ass. 

In the next 30 to 45 minutes, the other 3 men fucked me, all of them squirting hot cum in me. All I could think of was I hope the black guy isn't horny; there is no way my ass could take that massive cock. I was left alone, legs tied wide apart, ass in the air, and cum dripping on my balls and down my legs. 5, minutes, 10 minutes, I was praying that it was all over and I could go home. My mouth was sore, my ass checks hurt from all the slapping, and my poor hole felt like it was on fire. I knew I couldn't take any more of this abuse.

"Untie his legs," said the black man. "Turn him over." I was on my back on the table with the black man's cock at full attention between my legs. "I'm going to fuck you like the pussy bitch you are. Hold him down." 

One man was holding each of my arms and shoulders firmly to the table. The other two each grabbed a leg, pulled them back and spread me wide. I cried real tears, "Please Sir, don't do this. Please let me suck your cock again, I promise I'll do a good job."

"Shut up bitch." I could feel the head of his massive cock at the entrance to my hole. He pushed the head in and I screamed and screamed. I had never felt such pain. A hand was clamped over my mouth and he continued his assault on my ass. I knew he was all the in my ass when I felt his body push against my balls. I yelled, "My balls, my balls." I didn't know which pain was worse, his giant cock buried deep in my ass or all his weight on my balls. 

"Wait," Jack said. He started to pull out but Jack stopped him. "Don't pull out, just wait a minute. Jack returned and tied a slipknot in a string and placed it around my balls. He pulled it tight and placed the other end in my mouth. The effect was my balls were pulled up and out of the way but I had to hold my head off the table. If I let the string go, my balls would be mangled by the black mans body weight. If I laid my head down, I would be cutting off the blood flow to my nuts and stretching my balls beyond their limit. I was forced to watch him fuck me, adding to my total humiliation. 

Having cum less than an hour before fucking me, he lasted for what seemed like hours. The pain was so intense, I was close to passing out. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he pulled out of me and started pumping his cock. He squirted 5 or 6 times, all over my stomach, cock, and balls. 

"Damn, that bitch has a tight pussy."

I was pulled from the table and dragged into the bathroom where I had to wash and dry all five cocks. Then I had to hold each one while they pissed and suck the head to make sure they were clean. 

After thanking each man, Jack told me to go home. I very gingerly walked across the street, the cool night air felt good on my naked ass but I felt like my hemorrhoids were hanging down around my knees. I was in tremendous pain. 

Cindy had a bath ready for me, she said she added something to it and it would make me feel better. Lying in the tub, I realized Cindy knew what was going to happen to me that night, how else would she know to have a bath ready. 

After drying off, Cindy had a tube in her hand. She said it would sting a little bit but would make me heal faster. She had me bend over and spread my ass checks. Again she said, "This is going to sting a little bit." Damn, she was right.

"Go in your room and put on the outfit on your bed and meet me in the den."

It was a pink, baby doll, type nightie. I hobbled into the den and Cindy was sitting in the same chair she had been earlier when I licked her beautiful pussy. 

"Kneel," she said as she pointed to the floor in front of her chair. "I know recent events have been tough on you but it is your own fault. Jack has been trying to seduce me for over a year, with no luck. I confronted him one day and said it had to stop. I was married and I loved my husband. He commented that he thought he were gay or at least bi sexual. I told him he was nuts. After some conversation, we made a bet. If he could prove to me that you were gay, he could have me, within reason, for six months. If he couldn't prove it to me, he promised never to hit on me again. He had two weeks to prove it or not. You prove it for him."

My head was hanging low and I was crying. The SOB set me up. 

Cindy continued, "Jack promised, if I kept my end of the bet, he would destroy all the pictures in six months. The problem you have, my dear husband, is that you have allowed me to experience this new life and I like it. I like the power and I like my man to be submissive. I'll give you two choices. If you want a divorce, I will give you a fair settlement. If you don't want a divorce, this is our new lifestyle. You will do as I say, period. I will do as I want. After Jack's six months with you, I will own you. You will be my property. You will have sex only if I say so and you will have it the way I say so. I on the other hand will fuck who and when I want and you will be happy about it. This is your doing so stop the damn crying."

"Your choice, I'll give you 5 minutes to make up your mind. If you want a divorce, so be it but I want you packed and out of this house tonight."

I was sobbing, I couldn't stop. "I love you Cindy, please let us go back to the way it was. I'm so sorry." I put a hand on her knee. 

"Take your cum stained hands off me. Make your choice or I'll make it for you."

"I love you. Please don't make me leave."

"Have breakfast ready at 8:30 and set the table for two. Now go to bed." I stood and walked towards the hall. Cindy had picked up the phone but said to me, "sleep in that nightie and serve breakfast in it, you look very feminine."

As I turned to walk to my bedroom I heard her say, he is staying.



The Pictures Ch. 08



Cindy left with Ms. Erin after eating breakfast. The only thing said to me that morning was to make sure I put the cream on my ass and to finish all the chores she left for me, written on a piece of paper. 

Cindy returned home about 6:00, told me she was taking a nap and to wake her at 7:00. She also told me to be showered and naked when I woke her. 

I stood at the foot of her bed and called her name. She climbed out of bed, naked and looked absolutely beautiful. I could feel my cock start to stiffen in the cage. 

"Get me a glass of wine," was all she said as she walked in the bathroom.

I left her wine on the bathroom countertop and walked out while she showered. She walked into our living room and was drop dead gorgeous. Cindy was wearing a tight, black, almost formal dress that showed her legs and her breast almost to the nipple. 

"How do I look," she asked.

"Good enough to eat."

"You might get your wish," she giggled as she walked out the door. 

At 2:30 the closing of the front door woke me and I heard Cindy walking down the hall. She opened my door, turned on the overhead light and pulled the sheet and blanket, leaving me lying there naked. 

"On your back," she commanded. With that she crawled on my bed and pulled the dress up to her waist. She wasn't wearing panties and I could see she had been fucked, her pussy lips were swollen and there was cum leaking. 

"You said I looked good enough to eat, here's your chance" and she lowered her pussy to my face. She smelled and tasted bad but I did what she wanted. She rode back and forth on my face using my mouth, tongue, and nose for her own satisfaction and to further humiliate me. After 20 minutes or so she clamped her legs around my head and came. She got up and left.

Cindy slept late Sunday and spent most of the afternoon by the pool. I was in a pink thong and waited on her hand and foot. 

I was almost happy when Monday arrived and I went back to work. The next few days were fairly uneventful. I worked, went home, made dinner, cleaned up around the house and Cindy stayed to herself. 

Wednesday morning I got a call to be at the VP's office at 11:00. Now, my boss was VP of sales, this was his boss, Curtis the VP of the entire company and I had never been called to his office. 

I walked into his office right at 11:00, "have a seat Mike."

"Thank you Sir"

"Mike, I have a letter here from your wife requesting that you work Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday only. When I received this letter, my first reaction was to fire you, I couldn't figure out how a man would allow his wife to interfere in his workplace. What's going on here? Why did Cindy write to me instead of you just walking in here and asking?"

I wished I could just melt in the chair. "I had no idea she did that Sir but I am very happy working here and working 5 days a week."

"I see, well a friend of mine stopped by to visit right after I received this letter and I asked him what he thought. Go lock my door Mike." I did as he asked and was staring to feel very uncomfortable.

As I started back to my seat, he said, "No, stand over here by my desk where I can see you. Seems you know my friend, Jack." I know my face turned red, I could feel the heat. That SOB has involved my boss's boss. 

"He explained to me that you have some very special talents and a unique relationship with your wife Cindy. Now, for you to keep your job and maybe work only 3 days a week, at a very reduced salary I might add, I think it's time you shared some of your talents here at work. Strip Mike."

I stammered, "Please Sir, there has been a big mistake ... a big misunderstanding."

"Ok Mike, I'll tell you what, you prove to me that you are not wearing ladies panties and that your cock is not locked up in a cage and we'll forget the whole thing. Now, either strip or clean out your desk."

That SOB Jack, I thought to myself. "Please Sir, don't make me do this," I pleaded. 

"Mike, you don't have to do anything, you have a choice. Prove Jack wrong or clean out your desk. Now strip or get out of my office."

My coat, tie, shirt, shoes and socks were on the floor and I hesitated removing my pants. "Let's see Mike, take the pants off."

I unbuckled my pants and stepped out of them. "Unbelievable, and pink at that. You look very cute in pink panties," he said with a laugh. "Step over here Mike, I want to see that cock cage up close." I did and he reached out and pulled the front of my panties down exposing my caged cock. " Oh my", was his only response as he stared at my caged dick.

"Turn around and bend over, I want to check something." With that, he pulled my panties down over my ass and said, "Spread your checks." 

"Jack was right, they did tear your ass up. He asked me to leave it alone for a while. I guess it's your mouth today"

The VP stood up and said, "Kneel down and take my pants down." As I did, he stepped out of one leg and sat down with his legs spread wide open. His cock and balls were hanging over the edge of his chair. It wasn't the biggest cock I'd seen but he wasn't small either. 

He got hard in my mouth quickly and as I was sucking on his dick and playing with his balls, he said, "I'm inviting you and Cindy for drinks and dinner on Friday night, my treat. You convince Cindy. Tell her I'll pick her up at your house at 7:00 and we'll meet you at the restaurant." I'm on my knees sucking his cock and he's talking about my wife. I think that was the lowest I had sunk since this whole thing started. 

His secretary came on the intercom and said, "Sir, the call you've been waiting on is on line three."

"Don't stop sucking boy. Hello. Hi there. Yes, you were right, in fact, he has a mouth full of my cock right now and he's even playing with my balls without being told to. You've trained this one well. There was a pause, "Ok, I'll do that and thanks again, it'll be nice having my own cock sucker in the office, I owe you one." 

I knew he was close to cumming with the buckling of his hips and as the head of his cock started to expand, he grabbed my head and slammed it down on his cock. He shot 4 spurts down my throat and then said, "Clean my cock boy and get out." 

As I was dressed and walking toward the door, "Be here at 11:00 tomorrow morning, don't forget about Friday night, and Jack wants to see you at his office at 1:00."

"And wash your mouth, I don't want you walking around my office smelling like you've just sucked a dick completely dry." 

I was at Jack's office at 1:00, my ass was inspected again, given a hard slap and I was on my knees. It was a fairly routine blowjob considering it was Jack. He blew his load in my mouth and I left. 

I was at the VP's office at 11:00 sharp the next morning. His secretary gave me a funny look but told me to go in. I walked in and there was Curtis, the VP, Jack and a man I'd seen around the office but didn't know his name. Curtis said, "Strip and hurry up, we have a bet going here." As I dropped my pants, the younger man of the three said, "Looks like I win." He looked at me and said, "We had a bet on the color of your panties and I won. It was nice of you to wear white today. Now, strip all the way, we want you naked." 

Jack and Curtis both dropped their pants spread their legs and Jack said, "Come here and get started doing what you love." I knelt between Jack's legs and he took my right hand and placed it in Curtis's lap, "Suck me and play with him at the same time."

The younger man said, "No, stand up, spread your legs, and bend over to suck him, I want to look at that ass." I didn't like this, I was very exposed and my ass was just getting back to normal, I didn't want another assault on my asshole. 

I was sucking on Jack and playing with Curtis' dick and balls when I felt a lubed finger inserted in my ass. I lifted off Jack's cock and pleaded with them to leave my ass alone, telling them that I hadn't healed yet. Jack's response was, "Shut up and suck my cock or all 3 of us will fuck you." 

It was difficult to hold my weight up and balance myself with just my left hand but my mouth and right hand were busy with dicks. I felt two fingers pushed into my ass and it really didn't hurt too bad, guess I had been stretched pretty good the week before but I had no idea how big his cock was and I knew he was going to fuck me. He pushed and pulled his fingers in and out of my ass and his pace started to quicken as he grabbed my balls and squeezed. I could deal with the fingers and even the squeezing of my balls so I concentrated on getting Jack off. 

Jack started pumping his hips and just as he exploded in my mouth, a third finger was in my ass. 

After Jack softened, Curtis said, "My, my, what a wanton little slut, come here boy and get a taste of this." Just as I lowered my head to his hard cock, I felt a cock head being pushed into my ass and I tighten by reflex. A hard slap on my ass and the younger guy said, "Relax boy, I'm going to fuck you one way or the other." 

When he was all the way in my ass I realized this was the first time I had two cocks in me at the same time and it wasn't too bad. I guessed younger guy to be about the same size as Curtis, both smaller than Jack. I was almost happy Jack had been in my mouth and not my ass. 

Younger guy timed his thrust so that when he buried his dick in my ass it pushed me down on Curtis. From the moans, I could tell both men were enjoying themselves. 

Younger guy came first, I guess from the tightness of my hole and the fact that Curtis had a blowjob yesterday morning. I could feel the hot sperm each time he squirted. He stayed there as his dick softened and pulled out just as Curtis was squirting in my mouth. 

After dressing and cleaning up as much as I could, I spent the afternoon trying to work. The events of the last two days keep spinning in my head. Jack had managed to take over my life, fuck my wife, and now had me servicing men at work. I no longer felt as if my life was mine, it all belonged to other people. 

I arrived home about 6:00 and Cindy was home. I walked in and the first thing she said was, "Strip and come here." I did as she ordered and was standing in front of her when she asked, "How many cocks did you have today?"

" 3, Ma'am."

"Damn, you're getting more dick than I am, I'll have to change that. Shower and be back here in 30 minutes."

As I walked out of the bathroom and down the hall I heard Cindy called from her bedroom, "In here boy." I entered her room and she was sitting on the end of the bed naked and as beautiful as ever. She spread her legs and told me to stand in front of her. As I did, she unlocked my cock cage and removed it. The feeling of freedom was overwhelming. Cindy then reached up and lightly cupped my balls and stroked my dick, which immediately jumped to full erection. "I think we need to air the little fellow out, don't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

She handed me the cage and told me to clean it inside and out. When I returned, she told me to stand in front of her, spread my legs and put my hands behind my back. She then produced a tape measure and said, "Let's see if this little guy has grown lately. Wow, 5 ¼", oh honey, he shrunk a ¼" in the last few weeks. Poor little baby." It was one complete humiliation after another; even my wife was enjoying it. 

"I've had a rough day, I need a massage. Use the massage oil on the night stand." With that she laid on her stomach with her arms outstretched and her legs spread. I was so excited, this was the first time I'd been out of my cage in weeks and I knew I was going to have sex with my beautiful wife. 

My poor cock was rock hard and I could feel the blood pounding in it's head. Kneeling on the bed at her side, I started at her shoulders and taking my time, worked my way to her lower back. I then switched position and knelt between her legs. I left her gorgeous behind alone and worked on the back of thighs and calves down to her feet. I then massaged her legs from her feet up, when I reached her ass; I skipped it and started on her lower back. I was hoping that if I made her horny enough, I would get to have sex with my wife. As I rubbed her back, higher and higher, Cindy spread her legs allowing me more access to her upper back. Reaching for her shoulders, still kneeling between her spread legs, my cock brushed her ass leaving a small amount of precum on her. 

She rolled over, sat up and yelled, "I let you touch me with your cock and cum stained hands and all you want is to rub your teeny cock on me. Get off my bed." I did as she ordered and just stood there. 

"What am I going to do with you? I allow you, a cum loving, dick sucking, faggot to stay in my house and you leak pre cum on my ass because I gave you the privilege to massage my back? Turn around, hands behind your back." Cindy then handcuffed my hands and led me to my room. I was bent over my bed, legs spread, with my ass sticking up in the air. 

I'm sorry Ma'am, it was an accident. I promise it wont happen again."

"Stay," as she left the room. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Cindy walk back in my room, she tossed a riding crop on the bed in front of me and without any pretense, jammed the already lubed butt plug in my ass. 

As she was explaining how worthless I was, and that she was going to whip me for leaking cum on her, my ass started to burn. She saw me wiggle, trying to ease the burning and said, "I see the peppermint extract is starting to work." Cindy started to lightly stroke my dick and said, "I was actually going to let you cum tonight and what do I get for being nice? You, rubbing your dirty little dickie on my ass and staining my ass with your cum. Well, my little boy, not only are you not cumming tonight, you have a long way to go to make up for your pathetic actions." 

She let go of my cock and damn; I was so close to squirting and my balls were aching. She picked up the riding crop and said, "I think 15 will do. Count each one." With that she started. First my right check, then my left and me counting every one. All hope that Cindy would go easy on my ass was lost with the first crack of the riding crop. My hole was burning from the peppermint and my checks were on fire. I hurt so bad I started crying but I counted all 15. 

Cindy took the cuffs off and told me to lie on my back. She then cuffed each hand to the bedpost and tied my legs, spread apart and secured to the bottom bedpost. She sat on the edge of the bed and lightly started running her finger nails along the inside of my thighs, over my stomach and back down my thigh, never touching my cock or balls. 

"You have to learned to control yourself, this is our new life, one you gave to us and to be frank, one I thoroughly enjoy. I don't think you will ever have the pleasure of cumming in me again but you have to learn to behave and give me a reason to give you permission to have an orgasm. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am."

Cindy swung her leg over my head, facing my feet and said, "Clean that mess you made."

I licked the little bit of dried cum, licked and tongued her ass and licked and sucked her to a screaming orgasm. She relaxed by laying her head right next to my raging hardon, so close I could feel her hot breath. 

As she climbed off the bed, Cindy patted my balls and said, "You're still good for something. Good night." She turned off the light leaving me with the butt plug inside, balls about to explode, and the hardest dick I had ever had. Tied, I had no way to relieve the pain and aching. 

I was awaken from a less than deep sleep by the ringing of the doorbell. I glanced at the clock and it was almost 9:00 PM. Cindy must have checked on me while I was sleeping because my door was half ajar. I heard voices but couldn't make out who it was or how many. Then I heard footsteps down the hall and more sounds from Cindy's room. 

For the next 45 minutes I listened to Cindy's moans, groans, her yes and yes, and fuck me, fuck me. From the squeaking of the bed and the high pitch of her voice, I knew she was enjoying who ever was fucking her. 

From the hall, I heard Cindy say, "Yes, a glass of white wine, it's in the refrigerator and the glasses are in the cabinet next to it." I knew who ever had just fucked my wife was a stranger to our home. 

Cindy turned on the light as she entered my room, stood next to my bed and lightly stroked my cock and balls. "How is the little weenie tonight?" She was adding to my agony and her question did not need nor require an answer. 

As Cindy climbed on my bed and straddled my face, I said, "Please Cindy, don't do this to me anymore."

She had a very strange look on her face, almost a smile as she reached down and spread her pussy lips apart. I could see cum spilling out from her pussy and she said, "I didn't do this. When are you going to get that through your head? If you had a dick between your legs instead of between your lips, we wouldn't be here. Now clean me, there is a real man waiting in my bed and I want more of his gorgeous cock."

As I licked and sucked my wife's just fucked pussy, I realized that with increasing frequency, I had no idea who's cum I was sucking from my own wife's pussy. 

Cindy woke me the next morning and with cock cage in hand, followed me in the bathroom. My raging hard on was mostly due to the fact that I hadn't peed in the last 13 hours and as I released my piss, my dick went soft. As soon as this happened, Cindy locked me in my cage. 

"Shower and get ready for work," she said as she started for the door. "But, I didn't think I had to work on Friday's anymore." 

"Did Curtis tell you that?'

"Well, no Ma'am, but I thought "

"Don't think, I'll do that from now on. You've shown that thinking is not your strong point. Now, shower, get dressed, go to work and stop wasting my time."

"Ma'am."

"What now?"

"Curtis wants to but us dinner tonight."

"Why?" she asked.

"He didn't say. He only told me to convince you to have dinner. He said he would pick you up at 7:00 and I'd meet you at the restaurant."

"Hmmm, why do you think he wants to have dinner with me?"

"I don't know but he said dinner with us, Ma'am." I did not like the way this conversation was going, Cindy was thinking and asking too many questions.

After a long pause she said, "He wants to fuck me and you're helping him. Do you want your boss to fuck me ... well, do you?" Without waiting for an answer Cindy continued, "I can't believe this, you are actually asking me to go on a date with a man and you know he wants to fuck me. Do you want to watch, do you want his cock so bad, you'll help him fuck your own wife?"

I started to speak and Cindy cut me off, "Shut up."

Cindy's frown turned into a smile and she said, "Ok, I'll fuck him but just because you want me to." With that statement which was like turning a knife in my heart, Cindy slapped me hard across the face and walked out. 

"One good deed deserves another," Cindy was standing in my bathroom door, "I'll get you a date for Saturday. Maybe invite some friends; we'll just make a party out of it. Have a good day at work honey and I'll see you tonight."