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The New House Ch. 01

By: Kent100



I had just received some money in a will from an uncle I hardly knew. At 22 years old, I knew nothing about investing money but, was getting advice from all my friends on how to earn a good financial return. At the time, the safest and easiest thing to do with the money was to flip a house. So after watching the housing market for a couple of months, I settled on a small fixer upper. The house I found listed for 32 thousand, well within my budget and leaving me about half of my inherited will money left for improvements.

At 5 foot 8 inches tall and only 158 pounds, I had never even really swung a hammer before. I was just a baby faced kid that couldn't even grow a mustache, so I remained clean shaven and smooth faced. I had no physique to speak of, just a soft smooth body and not muscularly defined at all. I didn't have the body for any heavy construction, so I began the process of hiring different contractors to do certain specialized jobs. 

I hired a some carpet guys, some electricians, some painters and some other general laborers. The last thing I planned on doing was changing the locks on the front and back door, so at the time it seemed like a good idea to give each group their own key. This way, their work wouldn't interfere with my job schedule and they could come and go as they wanted. Some of the guys worked in the daytime and some of them worked at night, coming and going on their own schedule.

After a couple of weeks, everything was going pretty smooth and I was getting excited about finishing the renovations and getting my house listed on the market in the next week or so. The house was really looking good and I felt my chances to make some good money quick were soon to be realized.

I would go over to inspect their work usually on my lunch break and after work. Sometimes different guys would be working and sometimes nobody was there. Occasionally, I would have to gripe at them about a particular job that was not done to my satisfaction. This seemed to cause a lot of dissent, as they usually seemed to take my opinion as worthless. But I was the boss and sometimes the boss has to crack the whip. 

One Sunday, around noon, I went over and entered the house to inspect the newest work. I was dressed real casual, in a t-shirt, sandals and some very loose oversized jogging shorts with no underwear on, since it was my day off. I didn't expect anyone to be there on the weekend and the house was indeed empty. I unlocked the door and entered, then locked it behind me.

I had been having some trouble with a side window that faced my neighbors house. Heavy thick curtains framed the window and I had just bought some new drapes to hang in their place. The window would slide up and down perfectly, most of the time, but sometimes it would stick and hang so bad that it would take several minutes of jiggling and jostling to free it. I had left instructions with the painters to fix it earlier in the week. 

After looking around, I decided to check the progress on the window frame work and tried to open the window. Pushing the heavy curtains aside, I slid it up, but once I released it, the window slammed down in the closed position. I opened it again and this time it held in place. 

Last week, I had noticed some ivy growing outside on the side of the brick underneath the window and around the window frame. I had been meaning to remove it, so I just leaned out the window and started ripping off as much as I could reach. Stretching out the window with one hand and balancing myself, I got all most of it pulled off. Then reaching out with both hands as far as I could, I tried to get the last piece removed.

Just then, the window slammed shut on me around my waist. At first, I just laughed and tried to push the window up with my back. Then I started to panic because it wouldn't budge, not an inch. In fact, the more I pushed my back into it, the more it seemed determined not to move.

As I stood there in this awkward position for several minutes, I noticed that the jogging shorts had started loosening around my waist. The more I moved, the more they unloosened around my waist and finally fell to the ground around my ankles. 

Not wearing any underwear, with my ass now exposed, I really started to panic and struggled to push the window up. I was now stuck with my legs and bare ass in the house, while my chest, head and arms were outside the house.

Just then, I heard the front door open and slam shut. Footsteps sent vibrations through the floor as someone approached me and as I struggled to release myself. This was so embarrassing, I just hoped that whoever was here, would set me free quickly and wouldn't make a big joke out of it. Stuck in this position, I just waited for my rescuers to let me loose.

The footsteps stopped behind me and I sensed there was more than one person in the room. I could hear laughter and then whispering, but couldn't make out what they were saying. I assumed that they were talking about releasing me but instead I felt someone grab both handles of the window and push it down even harder.

"Go ahead man, you go first. I got it, he ain't going nowhere," I heard a voice say.

"Okay, but don't let go. Keep him stuck in there real good. I'll hold him for you after I finish," another voice said.

I felt the heavy curtains being closed and then someone bunched them around my torso so anyone that came along on the outside couldn't see who was on the inside.

My tormentors just laughed and giggled as I realized that maybe they had no intention of releasing me immediately. I feared what was coming next but just kept hoping that they were joking and going to release me soon.

Somebody slapped my ass hard with what felt like a yardstick ruler. It stung my tender cheeks as I heard them inside roar with laughter. I tried not to yell aloud as this could attract attention in the neighborhood. Across the street and a couple of doors down I saw a man mowing his yard. As he watched me, he waved and I just waved back, trying to keep a straight face. I hoped that he wouldn't stop and come over to chat.

The spanking went on for a minute or so, maybe 10 swats or so. My ass was burning and my legs and back were aching from being stuck so long.

"Let me do it some. Hold the window for me," a voice said.

Apparently they just changed positions and the other guy started spanking me. Another 10 or 15 swats fell on my exposed ass and I felt tears come to my eyes. This guy took his time and made deliberate blows. I flinched and twisted trying to absorb and soften the blows, but he would wait til I relaxed before each swat, ensuring I received the full effect he intended.

"How you like my work now bitch? Am I doing a good job Mr. Big Time contractor?," the voice laughed..

Looking for clues from voices or conversation, I had none, since I had berated every employee there in one way or another. Somebody was intent on taking their revenge and I couldn't do a thing about it. My ass was burning from the spanking and I was totally humiliated.

Finally the spankings stopped and I heard the voice of the guy holding the window say, "Come on man, lets get out of here."

"Fuck that, I'm going to teach asshole here a lesson in manners. Just keep holding that window down," the guy behind me said.

All this time I had been bent over at the waist with my feet together and legs closed to protect my ass as much as I could. I felt the guy behind me try to open my legs but I kept pushing them back together. 

"Open those legs dude or I'll beat your ass some more," the guy behind me said.

As I still resisted, I felt him stop trying to pry my legs open and then the whippings started again. Only this time, he did it really hard and fast. He must have given me twenty fast ones. Blow after blow landed on my ass as I grimaced and twisted, stuck in this position. Finally, in so much pain and exhausted I opened my legs wide. The spanking stopped and I felt him grab my hips with both hands.

"Relax dude, I'll go easy on you. Don't fight it, you might like it," the guy behind me said.

All the sudden I felt a wetness like spit being applied to my asshole from his hand. Then a blunt hard object was being pressed into me. I knew then he intended on fucking my ass and there was nothing I could do about it.

He grabbed my hips and leaned into me, trying to push his cock into my ass. I never wanted anyone the rest of my life to know about this shameful predicament I was in, so I kept quiet. Afraid to draw attention by screaming and being found out, I just bit my lip and let him have his way. 

I have no idea how big his cock was but he was having trouble getting it in. He was very stiff and hard as he fumbled to penetrate my ass. Poking around the hole and trying to get started he slapped my ass again with his hand.

"Open up dude, relax, give me some of that bitchy ass of yours," he said.

Resigned to my fate, I tried to relax as he started making some progress on entering me. I felt his cock start to push past my sphincter muscle and deeper into my bowels. As he entered me, I felt my ass open and stretch to accommodate his large stiff cock. I wished he had used more spit. Once he had breeched my opening and had my ass a little lubricated he just started plowing away. Long deep strokes, fast and furious, he jammed in and out of my vulnerable ass.

"Yea baby, that a way, let it go, let me in," he said as he went deeper.

The pounding was starting to get to me. I was really struggling on it. I didn't know whether to clinch my cheeks or unclinch them. It seemed difficult either way. I felt full and bloated and his hips still hadn't touched my ass, so I knew he had more to give if he wanted to. 

The pounding continued and all the sudden it didn't seem to hurt anymore. The initial pain was gone and now all I felt was the fullness and warmth. He kept driving more and more into my ass and now I began moving with his thrusts. My own cock was responding to the rhythm of his thrusting, like I was dry humping the air between my legs.

As his hips now ground into my cheeks, I felt him bottom out. He had given me all he had, deep inside my ass and stretching me open. It felt wonderful but I was ashamed and didn't want them to know I liked it. 

"You got him now partner. Look at his cock. He loves it. Look at his ass pump back to you. He loves it, " the guy holding the window said.

Grasping my hips roughly I felt him swell and heard him groan. All the sudden hot liquid filled my ass as he pounded deep into me. Grinding as deep as he could, he emptied his seed up my ass enjoying his new found power over me. As his thrusts slowed and he emptied his balls, I felt him withdraw and pull out of my hungry ass. 

"That's how you keep a bitchy boss happy. You like that shit huh?," he taunted me.

My hard cock just swung between my legs as I hung trapped in the window frame. I wondered if it was over. I wanted more, I felt like I was going to orgasm but he finished to quickly.

"Dude you got to get some of this. It's hotter and tighter than any pussy I have ever had before," he said after he withdrew from my ass.

"Hold the window for me," the other guy said.

As they switched positions, I just stood there not moving and not fighting it. My cock was hard and I wanted more as I felt the second guy move into position behind me.

"I hope you can handle this, I'm a little bigger than my partner, but I'll be real gentle on you," he laughed.

"Damn dude, you should be in a circus. I feel sorry for your wife, no, I feel sorry for this guy, ha-ha-ha. How big is that thing?," his friend asked him.

"I think it's about 10 inches long. Never had a complaint about it being to small, but some girls say it's too big," he laughed.

I felt the hard tip pry into my ass and stretch me out farther than the other guy had stretched me out. His cock was thicker too. I was really wet from the load of cum in my ass and I'm sure that helped to accommodate this much larger cock. He filled me to my previous limit in just a few seconds and was going to unexplored depths immediately. 

This guy was different though, like he knew he had too much cock for my ass. He handled me like he was a compassionate lover and cared about my feelings. He made love to my ass instead of just pleasing himself. He smoothly and slowly stroked his cock in and out, massaging my prostate and gently feeding me more and more. He allowed me to get used to his cock instead of just pounding his nuts to my ass.

As he slowly and gracefully slid in and out of my ass, my hips started to pump back again towards him. I would meet each of his thrusts trying to get him to go deeper. He was very patient and had incredible control. My cock was rock hard and humped the air between my legs like I was fucking something. I knew I couldn't hold back much longer and was getting ready to shoot my load. My thrusts back to him were very obvious and exaggerated.

"I'm going to make the boss blow. He's going to blow. Watch this," he told his friend.

Just then I felt his pelvis hit my ass. He was all the way in and I couldn't help myself. I just started groaning and bucking back as hard as I could. I felt our skin slap together hard as he bottomed out in my ass. He just froze and held it there, deep as he could. I squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could and went with the feeling. My cock started jerking and spraying a load over the freshly painted wall. 

Over and over I squirted onto the wall. My ass was humping like a machine on that 10 inch cock as I moaned and grunted. I twitched and shook all over. I looked at my neighbor across the street and he looked at me like I was crazy or something. I must have looked like I was being electrocuted. He had no idea what was happening, I hoped. He had stopped mowing his yard and was just watching me intently.

"Look at that, look. I told you I could make him blow. He loves it, he really loves it," he laughed.

"Damn dude, fuck that ass, fuck it good," his friend told him.

Proud of his performance and pleased with me bowing to his dominance, he grabbed my hips hard and started shooting his load up my ass. He held me firmly and just ground every single centimeter up my ass. As he held his cock as deep as it would go, he sprayed my bowels with his seed. With my ass pressed as tight as it would go against his stomach, squirt after squirt he deposited the load up my ass, deep where it would puddle inside til my next bowel movement. 

"Okay partner, you and me better split. What about him?," he said as he pulled out of my ass.

"Fuck him, leave him just like that, with juice running out his ass and down his leg. Maybe he will be there tomorrow morning and need some more. Maybe he won't be so bitchy either about our work," his buddy said.

As they left, I heard their footsteps fade and the front door open and close. Weakly I tried to budge the window up, but it still wouldn't move. My neighbor had stopped his yard work and was walking towards me. 

To be continued...

The New House Ch. 01



When we decided to move house the business was booming and I found a large detached property with very large grounds on the edge of a village which was well within our budget. Although in need of extensive renovation the property seemed ideal.

I employed a firm of builders from the nearest town, the village too small to accommodate one, and a lot of the work was done before we moved in. Basically what was left to do was the construction of a third garage and renovate a couple of old barns. 

Steve, the son of one of the brothers who ran the building firm, was left to complete the work pretty much on his own, the rest of the crew moving on to another job. It meant that our work would take longer but I'd previously explained to Mr. Bailey, Steve's father, that there was no urgency about the rest of the work so couldn't complain.

Steve, a well-built very muscular looking guy of 26, made a pass at my wife as early as the second day of being left on his own at the house. He'd flirted with her before but now the rest of the builders had departed my wife reported that the cock-sure Steve made it very clear he'd like to get inside her knickers. In fact he boasted of having plenty to offer and she wouldn't be disappointed! When Irene gave him the brush off he merely shrugged his shoulders, saying with a smile that it was her loss. My wife admitted to finding the muscular Steve very attractive and would like to take things further, but only if I approved.

The following day I looked at the long haired guy with a new eye as he worked in the sun wearing only shorts, muscles rippling on his bronzed arms and broad chest with its light covering of curly hair. I can't deny that I was turned on by the prospect of seeing him fucking my wife. So it was that I told Irene she was free to have some fun with the lad if she wanted and from her response there was little doubt in my mind that she would. My wife was practically drooling at the prospect of bedding the handsome youngster!

I suppose a few words of explanation are in order at this point in my tale.

Now 50, I've always had an interest in voyeurism and was fortunate that in marrying Irene, 49, I found someone not averse to accommodating my desires. From time to time, not often and always very discretely, Irene would have a brief fling for my benefit. Not that she didn't enjoy her extra marital interludes, far from it in fact, finding the variety of lovemaking techniques she encountered highly exciting and stimulating. But with the fear of gossip always uppermost in both our minds our activities, with two or three exceptions, were of necessity mainly short term flings well away from home.

One of the exceptions was Stuart, a student and so considerably younger than us, who became a regular visitor to the temporary and rented accommodation we were living in while the extensive renovation work was being carried out on our new property.

Admitting to being really turned on by older women, Irene in particular, the lusty Stuart fucked my wife practically every day for three month's, with me watching whenever work and other commitments permitted. The regular sex proved very stimulating and enjoyable for Irene who had sometimes lamented the infrequent opportunities for her to enjoy the discrete extra marital fun and games she'd come to love. It probably also contributed to her willingness to succumb so readily to Steve's seductions, Irene having given up her affair with Stuart only reluctantly, when we moved into the new house.

Anyway, enough of the background.

I arrived home on the Friday of the first week of his solo work at the house to be greeted by an exuberant Irene with the thrilling news that she'd enjoyed an afternoon of rampant sex with Steve, who actually fucked her three times before returning to his work minutes before I returned home. A circumstance which no doubt accounted for his smirking facial expression while I'd discussed the work with him prior to entering the house.

I was thrilled to learn he was very well endowed, Irene enthusing that Steve's penis was probably the largest she'd ever experienced!

Following his fun and games with her on Friday he could hardly contain himself on the Monday. Apparently I was hardly out of the drive before he was in the house and practically ripping my wife's knickers off to get at her! Little work was done that day and Steve made it clear that he intended bedding Irene daily for the duration of the work. No problem there, she loved every minute of it, but the affair could only be a success from my point of view if I was able to observe the action, at least occasionally.

In the past my wife's lovers have known from the outset that part of the deal is that I watch the action. A few guys have backed out at the idea of having sex with Irene in front of me and departed without further ado. Most though in fact have found it an added turn on to fuck a married woman in front of her husband, although a few have made no secret of their contempt for me.

With Steve though it was different. For some reason I felt nervous about revealing my compliance in his seduction of my wife, but I also found it exciting to arrive home and see the smirking Steve, knowing he'd probably spent the best part of the day fucking my wife in my own bed. It somehow excited me to think of him laughing up his sleeve at my expense. Sometimes I'd comment that it didn't look as if he'd made much progress with the work whereupon Steve explained in patronising terms that he'd encountered difficulties, the technicalities of which I wouldn't understand.

There came a time though that I dearly wanted to watch but while keeping my compliance secret from him. This was accomplished due to our new house possessing a rear balcony overlooking the fields, one of the deciding factors in our purchase, and in fact we'd made that room rather than the front our main bedroom. By this time Steve had fucked my wife all over the house, both kitchen and dining room tables seeing some action, but our bedroom remained their main venue so I had high hopes of watching them from the balcony.

Weekends were the best bet, Irene ringing Steve and inviting him over saying I would be out for a couple of hours, and Steve, despite fucking my wife five days a week, was always game for more!

So there I was on the balcony, my tense excitement augmented to a great extent by the knowledge that should my wife's lover decide he needed some fresh air and open the sliding door on to it I couldn't avoid being discovered. I was able to watch them just three times before the inevitable happened. It's the events subsequent to my being discovered that proved an eye opener, events which revealed a masochistic side of myself that up to then I'd only had vague intimations of.

(A guy called Rod had sex with Irene a few times about eight years earlier and his outright contempt of a husband who could willingly allow it to happen, and indeed masturbate while watching, served to excite rather than embarrass me. The humiliating remarks he subjected me to gave pause for thought at the time and were a forerunner to my subsequent belittlement by Steve, but I digress.)

My heart leapt into my mouth as Steve came towards the sliding door and I realised his intention. Then he was on the balcony and staring at me with disbelief written on his face. I remained in the same crouching position he'd caught me in, aware that my face was growing warm as the situation became clearer to him. My trousers open, penis out and in my hand, a hand sticky with semen, told Steve precisely what I'd been doing.

There was silence at first as I was confronted by Steve in nothing but his underpants, the naked Irene visible on the bed behind him recovering from a vigorous bout of intercourse. I had timed my own ejaculation to perfection coming at the precise moment Steve did likewise inside my wife.

"Hell's bell's!" he exclaimed at last. "You must be one of those wimps who get off on seeing other guys fucking your wife."

The tension was broken by his laughter before Steve commented that he couldn't understand how any guy could enjoy seeing the things he'd just done to mine. I assured Steve that I really did enjoy what I'd seen, stammering somewhat as I said that I hoped my deceit in spying on them hadn't put him off and he'd continue to fuck my wife until the building work was complete, adding that Irene found his lovemaking really satisfying.

"Hardly surprising if that's all you've got to offer," he sneered, poking my penis with his toe. "And what makes you think it will end when the building work does. Your missus is a damn good fuck and as she can't get enough of my cock I'll be happy to continue servicing her for you. You're obviously too much of a wimp to satisfy her yourself."

Grinning, he took me by the ear to drag me, still on my knees, into the room. I had to literally crawl behind him and it was a procedure that set the tone for our future relationship, and one which I acquiesced without thinking, shuffling along in his wake.

Steve was plainly enjoying himself now as he towered over me, clearly relishing the unexpected, not to say unusual, position he found himself in. He then said the words which sent a shiver of anticipation through me. Steve told me that when he had my wife tomorrow he'd tie me to a chair beside the bed so I'd be forced to watch their lovemaking at close quarters but be unable to play with myself or intervene if I didn't like what I saw. Intervention would be out of the question in any case as he pointed out, I'd hardly be a match for the fit and muscular guy grinning down at me.

"For now though you can piss off and leave us in peace, I think your wife's ready for more cock."

"Hm, yes please." Irene murmured.

While I was pulling my trousers up Steve removed his underpants and I stared at his penis in disbelief. Perhaps I needed to humiliate myself further because I groaned, gasping, "God it's huge!"

"Yea by the time I've finished with Irene's cunt your little boys willy will get lost in there." Steve jeered, shepherding me towards the door, his mighty penis swaying between his thighs.

"Piss off and wash my van," he added as an afterthought, pushing me out onto the landing.

Irene's laughter joined his as I stumbled down the stairs. I felt totally humiliated by my wife's lover but also realised it was exactly what I wanted, perhaps needed, and set to with a will, cleaning his van both inside and out. I even vacuumed the mats to leave it spotless, my toil merely arousing Steve's contempt when he eventually came out ready to go.

The following day I wholeheartedly went along with Steve's plan of tying me up, not that I had any choice in the matter, and spent a very frustrating hour or so watching their lovemaking while unable to masturbate. Afterwards I was sent outside to clean his car, Steve having arrived in a different vehicle presumably to take advantage of my subservience.

The only disadvantage was that the building work took longer, considerably longer, than originally estimated. Inevitably Mr Bailey put the price up accordingly, telling me that Steve reported encountering unexpected difficulties, although from the wink I happened to see him give his son I felt pretty sure he knew the real reason.

It quickly became apparent that domination gave Steve a real buzz, as previously unknown to him as the depths of my own masochism had been to me, and he explored and exploited the situation to the full.

Following the initial van and car cleaning Steve made it a regular Saturday occurrence, finding it hilarious to spend the afternoons screwing my wife while I cleaned his vehicles thoroughly, both inside and out. Sunday became the only time I was permitted to watch their lovemaking, as by this time Steve was fucking my wife every single day, leaving her satiated and with no interest in having any sort of sex with me. My frustration was a source of great amusement for Steve who always tied me up so that I was unable to masturbate while watching them. Releasing me he threw my wife's knickers to me. 

"Go and toss yourself off in the bathroom wimp. Wrap your wife's panties round your cock; it's the closest you'll get to her cunt for a long long time." Steve taunted.

I dashed from the room desperate to do just that, his jeering laughter following me to the bathroom.

This was an angle I hadn't bargained for but found it incredibly exciting, arousing, words seem inadequate to describe my feelings, to be dominated, humiliated and indeed punished by this young guy who was enjoying daily sex sessions with my wife. I suppose we were lucky in that our hitherto sleeping desires complemented one another.

Humiliation became the name of the game as the following will illustrate.

One day I arrived home to find Steve digging a trench. He ordered me to carry on with the work, saying he was going inside to get my wife to suck his cock and balls before giving her a good fucking.

"The second of the day," he grinned. "I gave Irene a good shafting soon after you went off to work this morning."

I rolled my sleeves up, glad to know that our detached house was sufficiently secluded to prevent neighbours or passers by witnessing my activities. While I worked I could hear laughter coming from the house and eventually a nude Steve appeared on the balcony. After a few seconds Irene also came out, still in her underwear, and kneeling took Steve's penis between her lips. When she transferred her attention to his testicles I paused to watch, excited by the greedy way she sucked his balls into her mouth.

Steve shouted down telling me to get on with the work but then distracted me further by lifting Irene to her feet and removing the rest of her clothing. Propelling her to the front of the balcony Steve was deliberately flaunting my naked wife at me, knowing full well I hadn't had sex with for over two months.

"Come on put your back into it, I want that trench finished by the time I come back." he shouted.

Watching as I resumed my toil, he laughed uproariously.

"Your wife's on the bed now, legs wide open ready for me, her cunt mine for the taking. While your working up a sweat digging I shall be doing the same but mine will be due to the exertion of fucking her," he taunted.

I had been erect since first seeing Irene on the balcony and despite my toils on the trench my erection remained, stoked up by the noise of pounding bedsprings and my wife's happy yells and cries.

When Steve returned outside and cast his eye over the trench he commented that I hadn't made much progress.

"You haven't done as a good a job on my trench as I have on your wife. I've left her shagged out on the bed, cunt gaping and my spunk dribbling from it."

I apologised, explaining that I wasn't used to manual labour, and found myself thoroughly enjoying the grovelling role.

"Well I'm off now and expect to find the trench finished when I return in the morning, so you'd better get on with it. Your wife's looking forward to another good pounding from my cock so I don't want to waste time finishing off your shoddy work." Steve told me.

Apologising again I told Steve I'd do my best to get the trench finished to his liking.

"You'd better or I might have to take my belt to your bare arse, you snivelling little worm," he snarled. "Irene's only too pleased to have a real man taking care of her needs in place of a wanker like you."

Steve departed laughing happily and I resumed my digging. The work took most of the evening and following a shower I collapsed on the bed exhausted, falling asleep within seconds of my head hitting the pillow.

Next morning I was depositing my briefcase in the car when Steve pulled up in his van. I had an early meeting but Steve insisted that I accompany him on an inspection of the trench before leaving.

"Good, you got it finished." 

There was a triumphant note in his voice.

"It took him all evening and he was flaked out afterwards. Hubby lacks your stamina darling." Irene told him, her hand on Steve's bottom.

"Was he too tired to bother you with demands for sex then?"

"God yes, he was absolutely shattered. Anyway hubby knows it's your incredible cock I want, not his shrivelled up little thing."

"Finally got the message has he." Steve smirked, sliding his arm round her waist.

He knows I sometimes make sexual overtures to Irene and humiliatingly also knows she invariably repulses them.

"It would only have taken me fifteen minutes to finish that little trench," he told me contemptuously when I displayed my blistered hands, thinking perhaps to elicit his sympathy.

Explaining about the meeting I asked if I could go and he replied,

"Yes bugger off, and while you're pounding down the motorway you can think about me back here pounding your wife's cunt. I bet it's already wet in anticipation."

"It is and I didn't bother with any underwear thinking it a waste of time." Irene confirmed much to his delight.

"Doesn't look as if you'll be getting it anytime soon," he jeered when we parted company at the front door, me to embark on a long boring motorway journey, Steve to follow Irene to the bedroom.

"I fucked your wife three times yesterday and she still wants more, but not from you," he taunted.

Steve's sexual appetite was amazing and at times seemed insatiable. For instance one Saturday morning he arrived early and literally pulled me out of bed to take my place beside Irene, having his own house key by this time. Barely awake I heard him telling me to clear off and wait downstairs; he'd give me a shout when they were ready for breakfast.

"Wont be for a while though, your wife needs a good fucking first."

When I carried their breakfast tray up an hour or so later Irene was in the bathroom.

"Your wife's cunt has become very much a home from home for my cock," he taunted as I served his breakfast. "She can't get enough of it. You can clear off out now."

"But I've got paper work to do here." I protested.

"Don't argue, just piss off and leave me in peace to enjoy Irene's services. If you're not out of here in sixty seconds I'll give you a thrashing to remember."

At that I scurried away, Steve's derisive laughter following me down the stairs.

It's quite impossible to describe the sensations involved in such activities as being forced to kneel beside the bed with my arms behind my back, wrists tied tightly to ankles, and made to watch Steve and Irene having sex. To see his broad backside heaving up and down, the downward movements corresponding to wild, ecstatic cries from my wife beneath him and the upward movement corresponding to her long drawn out sighs, was incredible arousing while at the same time frustrating.

Even the look of contempt on Steve's face when he cast glances my way added to the excitement and I found myself revelling in my ignominious position, hoping their fun and games continued for a long, long time to come.

I revelled in Steve's open contempt and found myself hoping for more and was rarely disappointed, the culmination of their intercourse invariably bringing more scathing remarks my way as he heaved himself off an almost delirious Irene and wiped his smelly penis over my face. They would regularly leave me still tied and grovelling on the bedroom floor while taking a joint shower or bath.

The building work was finally completed but not Steve's affair with Irene. The long haired, muscular youngster continues to fuck my wife daily while subjecting me to various punishments and humiliations, regularly spanking me in front of her to demonstrate and reinforce his dominance. 



The New House Ch. 02



I was kinda happy that my tormentors, if you could call them that, had left. Also, I was kinda unhappy in a way because through their abuse of my ass, I had found something out about myself that I hadn't known before. The spanking and the fucking of my previously virgin ass, had awakened emotions and sexual feelings that I never knew existed. Ashamed to admit it to myself, I had really enjoyed the stuffed and full sensations they had given my ass.

Being forced to submit to two men had really been a turn on to me. Being spanked and used had made me orgasm without even touching my cock. The only time I had ever ejaculated without touching myself before that was in some wet dreams I had years ago. I missed the domination and the empty feeling my ass had when they fucked me. Even though I was kinda sore from the spankings and from the fucking of my asshole, I was now alone and in a way, kinda wished they had done me twice. Such a shameful felling, I was so embarrassed.

My back was aching like never before in my life. I guess I had been stuck in the window now for at least an hour. The muscles in my legs were trembling, and my calves and knees ached because there was no way to support myself comfortably. My butt cheeks felt sore and itchy from the spankings. They tingled so bad that I just wanted to rub them for relief. While the inside of my ass burned a little, I really missed that stuffed full feeling and the heat from a hard cock. More than anything, I missed the thickness of those hot tools in my ass and whatever they had rubbed on that made me orgasm.

The window seemed lodged even tighter than before, making my escape impossible. As I arched my back and tried to push it up, my neighbor now crossed the street in my direction. When he entered my yard and approached me, I noticed how big and well built he was.

"Hey, how you doing neighbor? Welcome to the block, my name is John," he said as he stood directly in front of me.

He stood about six feet four inches tall and was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans, nothing else. Tanned and well defined muscularly, at that moment I thought to myself that he was kinda handsome. I don't think I had ever made a mental note before in my life on whether a man was handsome or not, but his chest, stomach and arms were chiseled and he had the body of a man that obviously took care of himself. Handsome or jealous, I don't know, I could hardly think right now. His face had a clean shaven manly look and I guessed he was about 28 or 32 years old.

Finally composing myself, I grunted out a semi incoherent, "Hi, my name is Mark."

Speaking again, he said, "I saw a couple of weeks ago the "for sale" sign went down. You are going to love this neighborhood. Very quiet and very conservative, no nonsense and good people live here. It's a family block, lots of kids, but don't worry, they don't make much noise. I live across the street at the house I was mowing and have a wife plus two kids myself."

As he rambled on I really didn't hear everything he said. His conversation just drifted in one ear and out the other as I concentrated on my predicament. While he kept chatting on and on, I tried to remain composed and pretended to listen. 

Staring at the window pressed to my back and looking at my face for answers, he finally said, "Are you okay?"

I didn't know how to answer, so I just stared at him and tried to smile unconvincingly hoping the conversation would change or was over. He must have thought I was either very rude or just goofy as he waited for my answer. I was afraid to tell him the truth but was also afraid if he left, I could be stuck there all night long. 

Still staring at me, he asked, "Hey man, you okay, or do you need a doctor or something?"

Finally, I just started crying and sobbing, "Please help me, I'm stuck. Please help me, please. Just try to push the window up."

Sympathizing, he said, "Hey, I just saw two guys leave a few minutes ago. You have been hanging out this window for over an hour. You mean they knew you were jammed in here and wouldn't let you out?"

I couldn't muster an answer, it would have given me away.

Frantically he reached up as far as he could and pushed on the window sill, but it wouldn't budge an inch. The window was too high and it seemed he couldn't get enough leverage. 

"Hang on man, I gotta come inside and then I think I can pry it open for you, just hang on man," he said as he ran to the corner of my house and disappeared on his way to my front door. 

Hoping the workers had locked the front door, but not knowing for sure, in a last ditch effort I pushed as hard as I could with my back to free myself before he entered my house. It just wasn't my day though, as I strained to get out before he came in, I heard the front door open and shut. Quickly, I put my feet together, closing my wide open ass, and stood straight up on my legs. If he had to see me like this, I didn't want my asshole completely exposed to him.

I heard his footsteps enter the room and then stop. Then there was complete silence, no movement, and apparently no help from him as of yet. As I stood with my ass cheeks exposed to him all I could do was imagine him staring and what he was thinking. I knew he saw the red welts on my ass. I was sure he could figure out what the workers had done to me. This was truly the most embarrassing moment of my life.

It seemed like several minutes went by as my shame swelled and still he hadn't spoken again or made any effort to help free me. Without his saying a word, finally I felt him take a position behind me, and as his arms reached towards the window sill they brushed against my hips. He pulled up on the sill while he leaned into my ass with his stomach for leverage. 

Standing as still as I could while he tried to muscle the sill open, I felt him try over and over to open the window, pressing his warm stomach against my ass. He had to lean harder into my ass, which was so high in the air with his stomach to get leverage, but it just wouldn't budge.

"I can't reach it enough, you need to lower your ass so I can get closer to the window. Just lower your ass little dude, I can't get any leverage with you so high," he instructed me. 

Shamefully, I spread my legs as wide as they could go so he would be able to get closer to the window as he had instructed me. In this position, my asshole was now completely exposed and open to him. He then stepped back then and stopped, so I knew he was getting a good look at everything I was showing. I bet he made me stand like this for two minutes before he started to help again. This was so degrading.

Once he started again, at this level, now I felt his cutoffs now press into my lowered ass. As he tugged on the window, I could swear I felt something hard inside his shorts pressing in between the cheeks of my ass. His efforts to open the window seemed to slow and he seemed to grind his groin into my ass more as he pulled on the window. Maybe it was my imagination, but the rhythm and grinding of his groin on my ass seemed like no coincidence. 

"Could this possibly happening again," was all I could think.

I couldn't help it, but my body started responding again. My little cock started swelling, and I'm not sure, but I may have purposely or accidently pushed my ass back to him a couple of times. Within minutes, my cock had expanded and I now had a full blown hard on. While he tugged on the window, I'm sure I felt him grind his hips into me, but finally it gave way and pulled opened. Yanking my upper torso inside before it closed on me, I fell to the floor exhausted and saw the indentations the window sill had made just below my belly button.

As I laid naked from the waist down, finally freed, the first thing I noticed as he stood over me was that his massive swollen cock had snaked down and was peaking out the bottom of his cutoffs. Swollen and cramped in the cutoffs, this big plum head had poked it's head out the bottom along with two or three inches of hard cock. His shorts were not long enough for his erection. 

Then he spoke, "Well, I think a thank you is in order, don't you?"

My jogging shorts lay on the other side of the room while I sat on the floor with my own hard on. I was speechless but finally spoke.

"Thank you very much," was all I could muster, staring at his cock.

"Not good enough little buddy. I had something else in mind," he responded.

I got up on my knees and crawled in front of him. He just put his hands on his hips and stood there defiantly. I cocked my head to the side and opened my mouth onto the 3 or 4 inches of meat that hung out the bottom.

"Now that's what I'm talking about. Show me some gratitude, little dude. A good blow job should make us even. I think I deserve a reward," he grunted as I sucked on my first cock ever.

I didn't mind, in fact I wanted to. I was horny myself and was really grateful to finally be free. I tried to push his cutoffs up higher to expose more cock, but I could only get to about half of it out. As it pressed up tight up against his leg, confined by his shorts, I wedged my mouth over the tip and slobbered down about 6 inches. So stiff and hard, the tip was swollen and engorged, the shaft was like steel but so soft to my lips. I liked this cock in my mouth, it felt good, safe, secure. I wanted to do a good job.

"Yea, that a way. Get down on it boy, take it deeper. My wife gives lousy head, she only licks on the tip til it's hard and then she jumps on it. Show me some appreciation, I need a good blow job," he directed me.

Spurned on by his encouragements, I pushed down on all that was exposed. I gobbled up every inch of that hung out of his pant leg and tried to get more. His cock was so big that I had 6 inches to nurse on while at least half was still in his shorts. I was really getting into to this now and wanted more. I wondered if he would let me take his pants off so I could do a better job, but I was afraid to instigate this and have him loose the moment and stop.

He must have read my mind when he said, "Hang on little buddy, let me get more comfortable."

While unbuttoning his shorts, I clung to what was exposed, never releasing my lip lock on the shaft. As he pulled down his zipper and yanked his shorts down pushing my mouth away, out sprang the biggest cock I had ever seen in any porno movie. I wanted to throw my mouth down on that monster immediately but I had to get a good look first. As I just stared at it, he grinned and put his hands back on his hips.

Posing in front of me, he just boasted, "You like that buddy?"

I couldn't even answer, I just opened my eyes wide and stared. His cock was 12 inches long and stood straight out from his body. Not a droop in the tumescence at all, it just poked perfectly straight out and throbbed. 

The shaft had just the most beautiful pink skin and looked so clean and unblemished. The tip was so smooth and way fatter than the shaft. He had red and blue veins that appeared on the sides and under the shaft like some kind of intricate highway system. One big thick blue vein was centered down the top of his shaft, starting at the base of his penis and disappearing under the head. This system of veins is what pumped the life blood that made it grow and made it throb.

This was surely the most perfectly sculpted penis in the world, I thought at that moment. Any man would be jealous of it, any woman would desire it, many men would want it too. I was totally mesmerized by it.

His balls were massive, the size of small eggs and they were completely clean shaven. They were low hanging and so full, probably very sensitive to the touch. 

He had a nice trim job on the small patch of hair above his cock, kinda like a "V" shape. Totally and completely all man and absolutely perfect like a flawless diamond. I felt honored to see it, honored to be able to worship this gorgeous specimen of male virility. 

"That's better, gotta let this big cock breathe. Come on back over here and show me what you can do with this bad boy now," he growled.

As he leaned against the wall, I placed my hands on his hips for support and eased down on it. Like velvet or satin, I couldn't believe how something so hard could feel so smooth. I loved sucking this man's cock. It just felt so right, so perfect in my mouth. Sliding up and down, I got lost in the texture, the size, the power and the heat his cock emitted. Time seemed to stop as I polished the tip with my tongue and wrapped my lips farther down the shaft.

As it touched the back of my throat, I knew then that I craved to please this cock like nobody had ever done before. I wanted to be the best, I needed to be the best. This man needed to know that anytime he wanted it sucked the best it could be sucked, that he would want me. As he groaned and rocked his hips forward, I was the most content I had ever been in my life. 

Moaning softly, he said, "Work it down boy, give me my reward. Do a good job and I'll give you a reward too. I bet you would like that too huh?"

I wondered, "Did he mean his semen or did he mean he might fuck my ass."

It didn't matter, I wanted both, so I decided to suckle his balls and see if how he liked that. Putting one in my mouth, I gingerly enveloped it and rolled it around with my tongue. I nursed on it softly and gently for a few minutes, being so careful not to hurt him. As he groaned, I went to his other nut and repeated the same action, ever so slowly and gently. 

I released both his balls and took just a little of the skin of his ball sac between my teeth and kinda nipped down on it. Not hard really, just enough so he could feel it and he loved that. When I nibbled on his ball skin he made loud grunting sounds and thrust his cock in the air like he was fucking something. 

"A bona fide cock worshiper. That's what you are. You love sucking this cock and these balls as much as I like you doing it to me," he groaned.

I nibbled on his sac for at least five minutes while all the time he groaned and punched his big cock forward in thin air. Sensing his anxiety and urgency, I let go of his balls and placed my mouth back over his straining steel hard cock. His balls were now drawn tight up into his sac and this made his cock look even bigger.

Immediately he started shoving deeper into my mouth and grabbed the back of my head. 

I felt his cock start to invade my throat and gagged as he entered deeply.

"Pinch my nut sac skin. Use your fingernails, pinch it like you did with your teeth," he screamed.

Using both hands, I took my thumbs and index fingers and pinched all over his ball sac skin. He loved this and started to jab in and out of my throat, going deeper and deeper while I struggled on his length and thickness.

The first groan came from deep within him. I took one deep breathe and he held the back of my head and just jammed it through. I sputtered and gagged as his cock went deep into my gullet. In just a few strokes, he was buried to the hilt and nothing was left. I just pinched and pinched while he held my head down til the "V" shaped patch of hair was pressed into my nose deeply.

I felt the tremors in his legs first, there were uncontrollable spasms as he started to orgasm. His legs just twitched and shook while he held the back of my head roughly, keeping his cock buried in my throat. 

Next, his hips bucked forward, even though he was all the way in my throat, he violently jabbed his hips forward, getting every single millimeter in. The bones in his pelvis smashed against my nose. His grip on the back of my head had now changed to holding my hair with both hands as tight as he could.

Lastly, the spurting started while his cock twitched and sprayed down my throat. Squirt after squirt went down my throat as he jabbed my lips roughly back and forth on his pelvic bone. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, all the time grunting and using my face as his depository for his load. 

"Eat that load boy. Swallow that juice down. Milk that mother fucker. Get it all you cock sucking faggot," he screamed.

I just gulped and gulped as his seed went straight to my belly. I felt at least ten contractions of juice come out and was amazed, knowing I couldn't shoot a load like this man. 

He pulled his still hard cock out of my throat and stepped back from me. With my mouth still wide open he began to poke his cock back into it. He jabbed his cock against the inside of my cheeks. He did it at an angle that distended my cheeks, taking turns and going from one cheek to another. He sometimes pressed my cheeks out so far with his blunt cock, using such force and going so far, that I could see them extend by looking down on them.

Pulling out again, and grabbing the base of his cock, he spanked my face with that thick piece of meat. He would slap one cheek and then the other, still steely hard, sometimes whacking me on the forehead as a change of pace. 

All he said was, "Can you take a cock in your ass as good as you can in your throat?"

Meekly, I simply said, "Yes."

While I knelt on the carpet, my own cock still standing at attention, I just waited for further instructions.

"Clean that ass up, I'll be back in fifteen minutes," he said as he struggled to get that hard on back in his cutoffs and left me.

To be continued....



The New House Ch. 02



One Saturday Steve told, nay ordered me, to follow him on a tour of our somewhat neglected garden. At a large tree right at the end of my property, the hedge bordering fields, he called a halt.

"This will do nicely. See this area next to the tree; I want it cleared of all weeds and rubbish by evening." Steve told me, indicating the overgrown ground beside the thick old tree trunk.

"But my brother and his family are due to visit this afternoon." I protested.

"You'd better put them off then, unless you want your brother to find me shagging the arse off his sister," he grinned.

Ignoring my protests Steve merely reiterated his instructions.

"Stop whinging and get on with it. You're hot and randy wife's keeping the bed warm for me and my cock's eager to take up its rightful place inside her cunt."

With no idea of why he wanted the ground cleared I started on the work, pausing after an hour to go back to the house and phone my brother and tell him something had come up and his visit would have to be postponed. With my wife's shrieks of joy emanating from the bedroom, Steve was plainly fucking her, I had to cut the call short fearful that my brother might hear.

The ground clearance proved hard, back breaking work for one unused to manual labour and took most of the day to complete, Steve only allowing me to take one very short break for lunch.

It was on the Sunday that I discovered the reason for the ground clearance when Steve told me to collect a rug and follow them to the tree.

What happened next soon became one of Steve's favourite activities and, to my shame, one of mine. He told me to stand facing the tree where I passively allowed him to tie my wrists together on the far side of it so that in effect I was embracing the tree. The mocking laugh which accompanied his words when Steve said that I could rub myself off against the tree while a real man had fun with my wife did indeed provoke an erection.

By craning my neck somewhat painfully I was just able to see them sporting on the rug which he'd spread out on the patch of ground I'd cleared. I did indeed indulge in the ignominious act of rubbing myself against the tree whilst watching Steve strip my wife naked before undressing himself. But then he returned to my side of the tree and I writhed helplessly as he forced my trousers and underpants down. I could only stand in helpless anticipation, realising his intention, while he then searched for a suitable stick. 

With Irene remaining on the rug, legs apart deliberately flaunting herself at me, her lover began beating my exposed buttocks with the stick. The blows, growing more and more vicious, were accompanied by insults and taunts about what he was going to do to Irene. How he was going to fuck my wife on the rug and give her the satisfaction she craves and needs but has never got from me. With my screams of pain and helplessness ringing out I realised why Steve had selected the most remote spot for my ground clearance, the tree being as far away as possible from our nearest neighbours.

The beating over, an highly excited Steve quickly mounted my wife and Irene's ecstatic yell as his penis drove into her matched my own cries of pain earlier. He was fucking her with a rapidity that took my breath away and to my undying shame I rubbed myself off against the tree as I watched his backside pumping up and down, up and down between my wife's thighs.

Afterwards I had to listen to Steve's sneers and jeers when he released me from the tree and saw what I'd done, Irene humiliatingly joining in his laughter.

"I never need to toss myself off like you," he taunted. "I can have your wife whenever I want, her cunt's mine for the exclusive use of, isn't that right Irene?"

"Of course darling, I'll spread my legs for your lovely big cock anytime you want."

Her reply delighted Steve while serving as a further reminder of my helplessness to put a stop to their affair even if I wanted to.

He went off towards the house saying he was going to join Irene in the shower, leaving me to rub my aching limbs, my neck in particular stiff and aching from straining to see around the tree.

Reaching the house in my turn I couldn't even get in, the bastard had locked me out, and when I knocked seeking admittance merely stuck his head out a window and told me to piss off or be quiet otherwise he'd take his belt to my already painful bottom. 

A rather cold, overcast day in mid October, Steve again led me to the tree where as usual I allowed myself to be secured to it. Resisting the powerfully built youngster, by now my Master in every way would have been pointless anyway. 

For once Irene wasn't with us and when Steve pulled my trousers and underpants down I just expected the usual beating before a return to the warm house, the weather looking too inclement to hang about outdoors. It all seemed a bit pointless to me and I couldn't see any sense in bringing me out, he might just as well have punished me inside, and I even remonstrated to Steve about it. He merely laughed though.

"Right," he grinned, eying me tied to the tree, trousers and underpants down around my knees. "I'm going back to the house now to have some fun with your wife. You'll receive your just deserts in due course."

Tied helplessly to the tree I had no idea of the passage of time but it was boring and growing increasingly cold. In fact I'd felt a couple of spots of rain by the time I heard Steve approaching through the undergrowth.

"Well, well, what have we here?"

I was horrified. It wasn't Steve's voice and for a moment I couldn't imagine who it could be. When he moved into my line of sight though I recognised the burly and bearded figure of Mr Bailey, Steve's father. My horror deepened when I saw him undoing a fearsome looking belt and heard him say, "While my lads fucking the arse of your missus I'm going to flay yours with my belt."

"No!" I gasped.

"And can you guess what I'm going to do next?"

"No." I murmured, aware of Mr Bailey flexing his belt in readiness to deliver the first blow.

"By the time I've finished thrashing your arse my lad should have finished fucking your missus so I'm going up to the house and take a turn with her."

"God no, you swine. No, no." I shouted, my voice rising to a scream when his belt cut into my buttocks.

"Oh yes," he jeered. "Me and the lad are going to spend the afternoon taking turns with your wife, while you're all trussed up out here. Between us we're going to give the little lady a fucking to remember."

I was pleading with him to release me and leave us alone, even humiliating myself further by offering Mr Bailey money, but he merely laughed and continued the beating. By the time he paused I was screaming almost continuously, the beating far more painful than anything Steve had subjected me to.

"Your wife's addicted to big cocks now after months of regular fucking from my lad so your tiny little thing's of no use to her." Mr Bailey told me, back in full view again.

Unzipping he lowered his grubby looking jeans and produced a penis the size of which made me gasp, and it wasn't even erect!

"Another half dozen blows and then I'm going to go and see how your wife likes the feel of this up her cunt," he said, waving his penis at me.

"God no. It's huge!" I yelled. "Leave her alone."

"What and disappoint Irene, your wife's gagging for it. When Steve told her my cock's even bigger than his the slut begged him to bring me along, and from what he's told me about her I'm looking forward to giving the whore a good fucking."

"What!" I exclaimed. "Does Irene know about this?"

"Of course," he jeered. "And she also knows I'm out here tanning your arse while she's enjoying Steve's services. According to him your wife can't get enough cock so we're gonna treat her as our own personal whore, cheaper than paying for it; in fact we might charge you to keep quiet about things!"

I yelled, both in pain and frustration, when he continued the beating.

"When we've finished with Irene's cunt your little cock will get lost in there," he jeered. "Your wife won't even be able to feel it inside by the time we've opened her up."

To my shame I was sobbing by the time he'd finished and barely aware of his departure. I was alone, but not for long.

"Did my old man show you his cock and tell you what he was going to do with it?"

Steve's voice in my ear made me jump as I hadn't heard him approach, my mind going over and over Mr Bailey's words.

"Yes." I murmured, "Tell me it isn't true."

Steve laughed and slapped my bottom making me wince.

"You know it's true. At this precise minute I should think the old fellah's fucking your wife and really giving her what for." Steve taunted. "He's done a good job on your arse too; it's all red and raw."

His mouth close to my ear Steve hissed, "My old man's up in your bedroom fucking your wife, something he'll be doing a lot in future. We'll be taking turns with her."

I groaned and he laughed, jeering, "Resign yourself to it wimp. While you're playing with your little boys cock real men will be pounding your wife's cunt, she's ours to use as we see fit. It's coming on to rain so I'm going back to the house to see if the slut likes threesomes. You might as well hang around here thinking about Irene sucking my cock while the old fellah fucks her."

Laughing at his supposed wit Steve ran back towards the house leaving me tied to the tree in the increasingly heavy downpour.

My anguish, physical from the rain stinging and reigniting the pain of my tortured buttocks, and mental from wondering what the men would be doing to Irene, was intense. Mr Bailey had made it plain he wouldn't countenance any refusal or resistance from Irene, should she have changed her mind.

"Not that I expect any resistance, she likes cock too much for that, but come what may I'm going to fuck the bitch whether she wants it or not. I'll rape the tart if need be and unless you want your life story out in the open you'll keep quiet about it. From what Steve told me your wife's had more pricks than a pin cushion so one more wont make any difference." 

Still pondering Mr Bailey's parting words I hardly noticed the rain had eased off when he was suddenly by my side again.

"I don't need to tell you where that's been," he jeered, flaunting his flaccid but huge looking penis at me.

"I've just had your wife." Mr Bailey went on triumphantly. " She's an incredibly good fuck, my lad was right, I'm definitely going to be having lots more of her cunt."

"No, no." I yelled when he slapped my bottom. "Leave us alone."

"I don't think so," he chuckled. "My lad's giving it to her again now and when he's finished I'm going to take another turn."

Suddenly thrusting his hand between my thighs Mr Bailey grabbed my testicles.

"Another peep out of you and I'll give your useless little balls a good hard squeeze," he snarled, applying a little pressure as he did so, just enough to make me beg him to desist. 

"Your wife's ours to use as we see fit and don't you forget it." Mr Bailey snarled and with that he'd gone, the rain was coming on again.

It was Steve who came to taunt me next.

"My old man's thoroughly enjoying himself today, both fucking your wife and having some fun with you," he said, untying me from the tree.

Released from the uncomfortable position after so long I collapsed on the wet ground at the smiling Steve's feet.

"The old fellah said it was a good day when we got this contract and to tell you he'll be a regular visitor from now on." 

I groaned, seeing Mr Bailey approaching.

"That's right, the wimp's wife is our plaything to do as we want with," he jeered.

He was again undoing his jeans and I cowered on the ground when he said,

"Let's see how the bastard likes the taste of my cock now it's been hard up his wife's cunt. Come on numpty lick it clean."

I made no move so Steve knelt and forced my face into contact with his father's testicles. Father and son were laughing as Mr Bailey's penis and balls were rubbed back and forth across my face until Steve forced my mouth open and I had no choice but to accept the penis between my lips. With the men jeering and exchanging contemptuous remarks about me I licked and sucked Mr Bailey's penis.

I was then forced to enact the same scenario with Steve, licking and sucking his penis also.

"Remember what we planned? I'm ready when you are son." Mr Bailey said.

"Right, let's relieve ourselves." Steve replied.

A stream of urine from Mr Bailey's penis hit me on the chest, soaking through my already sodden shirt, before he directed it onto my face. With Steve joining in I did nothing but grovel whimpering at their feet, father and son laughing jubilantly as they urinated on me, both making sure to soak my face.

"Go and see how we've left your wife, shagged out on the bed." Steve said finally, shaking the last drops of urine onto my face.

"Yea, your missus has been well and truly fucked today." Mr Bailey jeered. "Between us we've fucked her 4 times and really opened her cunt up."

Zipping up father and son moved off, Mr Bailey pausing to shout back,

"Just so as you know, I'm coming back tomorrow for some more, and the next day, and the next. I'm gonna use your wife like a slut, fucking her whenever I feel like it. In fact we both are and there's nothing you can do to stop us, your wife wants our cocks as much as we want her juicy cunt."

The men went on their way laughing merrily and I made my way somewhat painfully to the house. They were right! Irene lay flaked out on the bed, legs flung wide, vagina gaping open, and the lips looking red and swollen. Her thighs were a mass of small bruises and I thought at first she'd been taken violently, particularly as she was crooning softly to herself.

"Sorry for letting you in for that, I couldn't stop them." I mumbled my apologies.

"Oh but it was fantastic." Irene smiled up at me. "Two huge cocks, one after the other, I've never experienced anything like it. Or so many orgasms!"

Clearly embarrassed to see me staring hungrily between her thighs my wife rolled over onto her tummy and I was shocked to see teeth marks all over her buttocks.

"Who did that?" 

"Steve added a couple but most are his father's." Irene told me. "He also licked and kissed my anus, it was heavenly. But you're all wet and smelly."

I told Irene everything that had been done to me, including the men urinating over me, but if I expected any sympathy and concern, was sadly mistaken. She merely laughed!

Confirming that Mr Bailey would indeed be returning tomorrow, and hopefully for a long time to come, Irene told me that it excited her to be the men's sex slave.

"I've agreed to be their slut, to use whenever and however they want." Irene giggled.

With the passing months my sexual deprivation served as a constant source of amusement for father and son. It wasn't that my wife refused, or didn't want to have sex with me but due to at least one; often the pair of them, fucking her daily, and anything up to 4 times a day, Irene was left satiated and fully satisfied. Far more so than I could ever hope to satisfy her as Mr Bailey took great pleasure in regularly reminding me.

I would often be banished from the house on their arrival, Mr Bailey in particular usually sending me on my way with a variety of contemptuous remarks.

"Close the door on your way out numpty, a real man's here to take care of your wife now." Typical of them.

However, from time to time he made me stay so as to witness Irene's pleasure at his hands. My wife's ecstatic yells and screams echoing round the house while the guy fucked her invariably made me cringe, I knew as he did that she'd never responded so vociferously with me. 

"Your wife's mine now as far as sex is concerned," he jeered.

Mr Bailey also gloatingly told me, as I'd already realised myself, that Irene would never again be content with my little penis. 

"With 2 big cocks pounding her cunt day after day your wife will never have any more use for your pathetic little thing," he taunted, adding. "By the time we've finished with her, your wife's cunt will be open house for any big cock that comes her way, the tart will drop her knickers for anything in trousers."



The New House Ch. 03



Chapter 3: The Finale

As I sat there alone on the floor, with my hard cock still throbbing, I wondered how I had come this far.

Just a few hours ago I had never even thought about having sex with a man. Now, I had been screwed in the ass by two anonymous men and just blown an almost complete stranger. The strangest part of it all, was that I liked it. This new role in my life, of servicing men, was very exciting. My hard cock told the truth, I must have liked it or else I would have been repulsed instead of excited. Not only had I liked it, but I was really eagerly anticipating my neighbors return. With my non relenting hard on, my hungry ass and a vivid imagination of what might happen next, I was really excited.

I scampered up to my feet and rushed to the bathroom to clean myself as I had been instructed by my well hung neighbor. Just as I was finishing washing, I heard my front door slam and John was entering the room.

In his hands he carried a tripod, a camera and a brown paper bag. Pulling his shorts off unashamedly and tossing them on the floor, he now stood naked before me again. He dumped the bag on the floor and as a jar of petroleum jelly rolled out, I watched him plug in his video camera and start to make some control adjustments.

His cock was still pretty thick and semi hard as he adjusted some settings on his camera. I really enjoyed looking at his manhood and made no attempt to hide my interest in it. As he fiddled with the camera, his cock seemed to swell and expand significantly, while I just stared in amazement at his prolific endowment. 

Making eye contact for a brief second, he just grinned at me and finally spoke, "I want you to take care of this cock with that sweet ass little buddy."

"Why do you need the camera?" I squeaked out, "Is that really necessary?"

John snapped back quickly, "Hey, if you don't want to do this, just say so."

Afraid he would change his mind, I quickly responded, "Well, no it's not that. I just didn't want to be video taped."

"Sorry buddy, but it's my way or the highway," he snapped back as he reached in the bag and threw me a tube of lipstick.

I kind of groaned and said, "What is this for?"

John replied, "You know what it's for. Paint those sweet lips for me. Come on man, it's going to be fun."

I didn't like where this was going, but as I watched his cock hardening before my eyes, my lust took over my better judgement and I found myself opening the tube and applying the bright red lipstick to my swollen lips. The technique was unfamiliar to me and without a mirror I had no idea what I was doing or even if I was doing it right. 

"No man, you look like a clown in the circus," he laughed at my attempts to feminize my lips.

My feelings were so hurt and I was so embarrassed from that comment. I don't know why what he had just said stung so much, but it did. I felt positively shameful that he didn't approve of my efforts to look good for him. Once I realized it bothered me, I felt even more embarrassed for knowing it was important to me to look good for him. I struggled briefly with these new feelings and ran to the bathroom mirror to re-do my lips correctly. 

Standing in front of the mirror, I laughed to myself and realized why he had criticized my lipstick application. I did look like a clown, even with my long blonde hair, smooth complexion and baby face, this was all wrong. I took some tissue paper, wiped it off and tried again. Much better the second time, not a bad job at all, maybe I had a knack for this.

Immediately, my face looked much more feminine. The slutty red lipstick applied correctly, made a lot of difference. I couldn't believe how pretty it made me look and got more excited as I realized, I didn't mind making this small effort and wanted to play this new role for my well hung neighbor.

Standing in the bathroom doorway watching my renewed enthusiastic efforts, John just smiled and squeezed his hardening cock.

"That away baby. I know you want to look good for me. Just slip into these for me too," he almost demanded handing me one of the brown paper bags.

As I dumped the bag onto the small bathroom vanity, out fell some black fishnet hose, a black brassiere, some clip on earrings, a bottle of perfume and some black garters. I just stared at the contents with my mouth agape, until John stepped out and closed the door for me.

"You got three minute to get ready, hurry up for me sugar," I heard him holler through the door.

The first thing I did was put on the stockings and straighten the seams. They felt so good and tight on my legs, kind of snug and taut, I loved the confined feeling. The garter was next, I pulled it up to my waist and attached the clips to the hose. Trying to get the bra on, I had trouble getting it snapped in the back and became slightly flustered. Finally I took it completely off, snapped the back, and then stretched it over my torso and got my arms through it. A couple of squirts of perfume, one on my ass and one on my neck, and the pair of clip on earrings later and I was ready.

I looked in the mirror and my first thought was, "I am so hot. I am so sexy and I am so feminine."

The only thing I really wanted at that point was real breasts, so that I could fill out this bra. I grabbed the roll of toilet tissue and started pulling off long lengths and stuffing them into the bra cups. Filling, molding and patting them into realistic looking breasts my cock strained and throbbed as I loved my new sexy look

"Hurry up girl, times up, get out here and let me see," John hollered at me through the door.

One last look in the mirror, just like a woman would do, I smoothed my hair into place and tried to look feminine. As I opened the door, I thought to myself that I must be crazy.

Smiling his approval, John said, "Hell yes. I knew it. That's better. You look like a hot little bitch. Now get over here and work on this cock. Come on slut, suck this dick for me."

John's cock was standing straight out and looked absolutely masculine and beautiful at the same time. He was really hung, with 12 inches of thick circumcised cock, it was everything a woman could want. I was going to be his woman and it was everything I could want.

I altered my voice to be softer and more feminine and asked him very demurely, "Do you want me to suck it first Daddy?"

"I love that voice you got, it matches that hot body. Yea, come suck on Daddy's cock," he groaned.

I feel to my knees in front of this hot man and began a process of worshipping that piece of steel from crown to base. 

John unsnapped the camera from the tripod, and as he turned it on and focused on my face and his cock, he leaned against the wall for support. I posed for the camera by tilting my head to the side and pushing my pink tongue out as far as I could and then winked at him. 

The first thing I did was place a big kiss right on that swollen knob. I made a special effort to smack my lips loudly in case he had audio on his camera. As I pulled away from the kiss, I noticed I left a perfect set of lipstick lip prints on that bulbous head. I thought to myself, that I was marking my territory. I had never felt so nasty and lewd in my whole life.

I totally dropped all my inhibitions and let my lust for a hard cock take over. Tracing my tongue down the sides of his cock, I made loud slurping sounds and smacked my lips provocatively as I stopped at the base and went to the other side. Back and forth, from side to side, I ran my tongue over the thick veins that strained to pump blood to the tip. I was in heaven, I never wanted this to end. This man owned me and I would do whatever he wanted.

"Come on, quit teasing me and suck it. Put it in your mouth. Go down deep on it," he pleaded.

Realizing that I did have some power over him, I ignored what he said and just kept torturing him. I flattened my tongue out and slurped on that spot of his shaft just directly under the knob. I knew that spot had a cluster of nerve endings and it was especially sensitive. I put my mouth about an inch under his tip, on the underside of his cock, and sucked that part of the shaft onto my tongue and lips. Loudly I smacked and slobbered on it while he groaned.

"Put it in your mouth. Put it deep in your mouth and quit teasing me," he demanded now.

Loving his need and desire for me, I just kept up the teasing. The power I had to make his lust need me now was overwhelming. He may have had me under his spell with that big cock, but I controlled his pleasure right now.

I still hadn't enveloped his cock yet and he was getting impatient for the warmth and tightness of my mouth and throat. I slid my mouth down the underside of his shaft until I reached his balls and tried to draw the sac into my mouth. As hard as I tried, I couldn't get both of those big smooth testicles in my mouth together. They were so fat and full, that it was a futile effort, so instead I just slurped and slobbered loudly on that sac.

"Come on bitch, I need to bury this cock deep. Quit fucking around and suck it deep and hard," he growled at me.

I could have played with it for hours, but I really did want him to enjoy himself so I decided to do as I was told.

Pulling my mouth off the wet balls, I knelt up straight and placed my red lips on the tip of his cock. I slid down so slowly and gobbled up inch after inch. He didn't know it, but I wanted to do this more than he wanted it done. I eased down until about 4 or 5 inches were in my mouth and sucked hard while sliding my tongue softly around on the underside of his shaft. For the next couple of minutes, I just held that shaft in my mouth and massaged him with my tongue. John just groaned and moved the camera closer to my face.

He seemed content now, so I used this opportunity to try techniques and see what he liked the most. 

While I held the shaft in my mouth I lowered my teeth to gnaw onto his thickness and gently applied some pressure. Not biting really, but just forcing the sharpness of my teeth onto the part of the shaft that was the deepest in my mouth, he moaned his approval. Holding his cock as deep in the mouth as I could, I applied and released pressure with the nibbles while each time backing off his shaft and getting closer to the tip. I didn't move off more than a quarter of and inch on each nibble and after about twenty bites I was right back at the underside of his knob.

As his shaft withdrew so slowly from the nibbling, I purposely scrapped my teeth over the top and bottom of his cock head. Not hard at all, just enough to make that sensitive knob throb. He shivered and shook, I had him right where I wanted him, I thought.

"Fucking tease," he screamed at me. "Turn around and put that face in the carpet. Ass in the air right now. I told you to go deep, and since you can't or won't, I'm taking over."

John mounted the camera back on the tripod as I turned around and pushed my girlie dressed ass up in the air. Knees spread, I didn't care if I was exposed or not, I knew he was over the edge and was dying to bury that 12 inches somewhere. My little frail body felt so vulnerable and sexy with this super charged horny man looking down at me. Satisfied with the camera angle, John knelt on the carpet and positioned himself behind me.

While I waited, buns up kneeling, John opened the jar of petroleum jelly and smeared it all over my ass hole and between my cheeks. His touch felt so good, so strong and so manly. I really loved him being the one in control. Take what you want, force it on me, just make me submit was all I could think of.

I felt the blunt tip of his cock touch my tender ass hole and I squeezed my eyes shut in anticipation of the upcoming pressure and pleasure. With the tip resting against my hole, he placed both his hands on my hips and gripped me tightly. As John leaned forward, I felt him start to breech me. My ass opened up with little effort and swallowed half his cock on the first thrust.

"Oh, fuck yea Daddy. Use my pussy," I blabbered.

John just held still, not moving an inch, and slapped my ass hard. The sting from the swat on my tender ass caused me to flinch and I accidentally shoved back on an extra inch or two. He must have taken this as a cue that I wanted more or else he was just punishing me for teasing him, cause immediately he started thrusting in and out quickly. 

All the sudden, he was going too deep and too quick and I hadn't been allowed enough time to adjust to all that cock yet. As he held onto my hips and pounded roughly into me I squirmed to pull away but he wouldn't let me escape. John rammed about 9 inches deep into my bowels and tried to force my hips down lower so he could get more in.

"Slow down. Please, slow down, not so fast. Let me relax some," I begged.

"Nope, we're doing this my way. You wouldn't take it deep in your mouth so your ass will do the job instead," he laughed.

As I struggled against his invasion of my ass, John muscled me around and just wore me out. He was so strong and so forceful. He gripped my hips so tightly that I couldn't pull away and then he just forced more and more cock up my ass roughly. I was locked in his strong grasp and he just kept poking in and out for what seemed like 10 minutes. These long deep strokes, pounding hard and fast, made me shiver and quake.

Punching in and out of my ass, I finally felt his hips touch my butt signaling it was almost all the way in. Despite the pounding my poor ass was taking, my cock was responding like before. I had that feeling that if he kept this up, I would surely spurt again. My cock was so hard and his manipulations inside my ass were really pushing my buttons now. Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore and just when I was ready to squirt, he stopped.

"Don't stop, please don't stop. I'm going to cum," I cried.

"Oh, so you like to tease, but you don't like to be teased," he snickered.

I knew he was in control now. As he withdrew all but the tip, I frantically tried to push down on his cock and fill my ass again but John just held my hips firmly and controlled his short and shallow strokes to a minimum. 

"You take what I give you bitch, I'm the boss here now," he taunted me.

John just slowly pumped me now, never more than 5 or 6 inches. He held me in position and worked about one half of his cock slowly in and out my ass. I won't lie, it still felt great but I wanted to be used hard. I wanted to be rammed and taken by his manly steel cock. 

"Reach between your legs and pinch my ball sac," John said.

As I stretched my hand back between my open legs, I nipped at his ball sac with my fingernails and he started to thrust a little deeper. I sensed that he really liked this and pushed my other hand up between my legs to double the pleasure on his balls. After just a couple of minutes of this, he was giving me full thrusts again and I was on the edge. 

John gripped my hips hard and said, "Don't stop, I'm there!"

His groin slammed into my ass and I felt him bottom out. He pulled my hips as tight to him as he could and jammed in every single inch. I felt his body twitch and shudder and his explosion began. As deep and as hard as he could pound into me, I felt the warmth of his first sprays begin. My cock trembled and jerked, squirting out spray after spray of juice onto the carpet below me.

For just a second or two, it seemed like a couple of each of our squirts were in unison, maybe not. I was just so spaced out and convulsing so hard, I'm not sure, but it was strong. John kept his balls pressed tight to my ass hole and ground out his last couple of ejaculations. 

As he finally finished with me, he just collapsed on top of me with his hard sweaty body pressing me into the wet carpet where I had just sprayed. This may sound crazy, but I still wanted more. 

I never sold that house, never made a nickel off of it. The next morning, John came over and we fired all the carpenters, plumber, electricians and laborers. John helped me finish the house or I helped him, either way it got done. In fact, I live there now and John and me get together about two or three times a week. I still have a girlfriend and yes we have finally had sex, but I prefer John and he knows it. She knows nothing about me and John, or my secret stash of lingerie and make up.

The moral of this story, you better be nice to your employees, or not.

Oh yea, I never found out who the two workers were that broke my ass in, but if they ever read this, well thanks.

The end. 



The New House Ch. 03



Whereas Steve's humiliation and punishment of me had been carried out in a relatively light-hearted manner, just as an added extra to his main interest in having sex with my wife, Mr Bailey proved far more malicious in his dealings with me. In fact I sometimes thought he derived as much pleasure in the punishment and humiliation of me as he did in fucking Irene! 

A shaven headed, moustachioed guy, Mr Bailey always insisted on his surname being used in my dealings with him and never allowed me to address him by his Christian name. Forty eight when his fun and games with us began, Mr Bailey could be very sadistic at times, seeming to take malicious pleasure in humiliating and belittling me in front of my wife. He encouraged his son to join in the derision of me, regularly making me grovel on the floor at their feet listening to the scorn and contempt they enjoyed heaping on me. Irene found it highly entertaining, even encouraging the men in their abasement of me, much to Mr Bailey's joy and my own sense of humiliation.

"I'm going to force you down to the depths of degradation and then some, you snivelling worm," he snarled one day. "Your wife's our property to do as we want with now, to use her cunt whenever we want."

Once a week Mr Bailey made a point of spanking and whipping me in front of Irene, a humiliation I actually grew to love! Afterwards I would sometimes be ordered to insert his penis inside my wife's vagina, Mr Bailey remarking one day that it must make a change to have a decent sized cock in my hand instead of my own little thing.

Sometimes he would order me to masturbate while he fucked Irene, something else I was only too happy to do as I watched his massive penis drilling in and out of my wife, his sneers and jeers doing nothing to dampen my ardour.

"A schoolboy's cap and short trousers for you from now on Noddy." Mr Bailey told me one day, handing me the said items.

"Yea, you've only got a little boy's cock so you might as well wear little boy's clothes whenever real men are here to take care of Irene," a smiling Steve added.

From then on I was expected to dress as a little boy in short trousers, school tie and blazer, with a school cap on my head whenever either of the men were in the house. Any neglect on my part to don the required attired would result in a caning, particularly severe when administered by Mr Bailey, so I had no choice but to adopt the humiliating role of schoolboy.

One day I was made to stand in the corner of the bedroom facing the wall with a dunces cap on my head, and orders not to look round. I must have stood there for well over 2 hours, fully erect thoughout, while I listened to my wife's ecstatic cries ringing out as the 2 men enjoyed themselves with her.

Irene's shrieks and cries had, by this time, become very familiar, daily echoing around the house as one or other of the big men fucked her.

Nearly every time he visited Mr Bailey ordered me to lick his penis, chiefly after he'd fucked Irene, intent on displaying his mastery over me to her.

Then came the day I was ordered to strip naked whereupon Mr Bailey tied my wrists together behind my back while Steve secured my ankles. Completely helpless I was then carried to the bathroom and placed, non to gently, into the empty bath.

"Hope you stocked up with the cans of beer we ordered." Steve said.

"Yes, there are lots in the fridge."

"Good. We're now going back downstairs to drink and have some fun with Irene. When our bladders are full to bursting we'll come back and empty them on you." Mr Bailey informed me.

Well I've been urinated on a few times by now but his next words made me squirm and protest vehemently.

"We shall bring Irene with us so she can watch while we piss all over you. Show your wife what a total wimp you are, how you're under our thumb, our slave to command." Mr Bailey sneered, Steve jeering, "What a turd, what a tosser, just standing by while other guys fuck your missus."

Of course my protests went unheeded, father and son departed laughing. I was left contemplating Mr Bailey's words, shattered that they intended to humiliate me thus in front of Irene.

Periodically while laying helplessly in the bath I heard bursts of laughter coming up from the lounge. 

Time passed very slowly to my tormented mind but eventually the men returned and my heart sank to see Irene with them, perhaps I'd hoped she might refuse to come. They were all naked and the sight of my wife's body, the many love bites on her bottom and bruises on her thighs, testifying to much vigorous lovemaking over the months, prompted the inevitable erection followed by their also inevitable scorn.

"Look at hubby's tiny little cock Irene; even with a hard on it's barely 3 inches." Steve jeered, flaunting his massive penis at me.

My wife smiled and ran her fingers lovingly along the length of his penis.

"Still you don't have any need or use for his tiny cock nowadays do you love?" Mr Bailey said leering at me as he took one of my wife's breasts in his hand. "Now you've got our big cocks to play with you never need bother with his again."

My wife, who now had an arm around each of their waists as they stood in a row beside the bath looking down at me, smiled at Mr Bailey and said, "You're right, it's a pathetically small little thing. I can't imagine how I could ever have got any pleasure from it inside me. Not like your lovely big cocks."

The men laughed while I cringed at Irene's willingness to join in their humiliation of me.

"I hope the pair of you are going to continue fucking me for many years to come. You know it's what I need and I'll do anything you want." Irene murmured, now cradling their balls in her hands.

The men's laughter had a distinctly triumphant ring to it now before Mr Bailey leant over to hiss, "Now you've heard it from her own lips wimp, your wife will open her legs for us anytime. Some of our mates will also be sampling her cunt before we're done."

He straightened up again, grinning smugly as he looked down at me. If he had wanted to demonstrate his power over me he had certainly succeeded. It was plain that my wife had become their plaything to use as they saw fit, just as he'd predicted all those months ago.

A jeering Mr Bailey began urinating over me, his son quickly joining in, and my humiliation was compounded by Irene's willingness, nay eagerness, to hold the 2 big cocks and direct the streams of urine over my body. Following Mr Bailey's instruction she made sure to thoroughly soak my face, the men's triumphant laughter ringing out as I twisted and turned in vain to avoid the streams of hot pee cascading onto me. Of course I closed my eyes, both to avoid the pee and to shut out the sight of the men's gloating faces, but it went up my nose and, as I spluttered, also into my mouth much to their delight.

The twin streams dwindled to a trickle, Irene shaking the last few drops down onto me, and I breathed a sigh of relief that it was over. The relief was short lived though. I was horrified to see the men lift my wife up and hold her over the side of the bath, legs wide apart. Then she too urinated over me, the direction inevitably more wayward than the men's, but my sense of ignominy and humiliation at her willingness to play a part in their torment of me knew no bounds.

"You might as well have a good look at your wife's cunt now you've got the opportunity." Steve jeered.

"Yea, have a good look at what you're not getting wimp." Mr Bailey sneered, joining in the mockery. "Your wife's cunt is ours to use whenever we want. Isn't that right Irene?"

"Of course darling. Leave him now and take me to the bedroom, I want to feel your lovely big cocks inside me again."

Laughing triumphantly, father and son carried her from the room, Mr Bailey looking back to taunt, "We're both going to fuck your wife now while you lay there stinking in our piss. I'll leave the door open so you hear Irene's shrieks while we give it to her."

He was certainly right there although I would have heard my wife's yells and cries even if all doors had been closed!

When Steve's visits stopped due to a relationship developing with a girl his own age I had hopes that Mr Bailey would also cease to plague us, or rather me, as Irene had no problem with his attentions. Just the opposite in fact!

It wasn't to be though. Mr Bailey, he continued to insist on the prefix Mr whenever I addressed him, turned out to be a divorcee who prior to his fun and games with Irene had regularly visited prostitutes.

"Don't need to pay for it anymore though," he gloated when telling me this. "I can use your wife whenever I get the urge."

Seeing me biting my lip, Mr Bailey went on, "That's right your wife's my own private prostitute to use as I see fit and with the added bonus of being free! Mind you I might share her with a few selected mates. Could even make a few quid by hiring her out."

He laughed at my protests.

"In fact it's a bloody good idea. I can make some money from your wife opening her legs for a load of blokes. We both know she's nothing but a whore. As long as the slut's got a big fat cock inside her she doesn't care who's on the end of it."

He was as good as his word, unfortunately!

Over the next few months I became used to Mr Bailey arriving with friends, friends who would invariably be introduced to me as the cuckold husband. He always made sure I witnessed the transaction when the guy, or sometimes guys, in question handed him the money to have sex with Irene.

"Nice little earner for me, your wife's cunt," he gloated one day waving a wad of notes in my face, with 3 guys sitting in the lounge watching a football match on television while waiting their turn, a fourth upstairs with Irene. "Twenty quid a time, but at least they're getting it unlike you!"

One day Mr Bailey arrived in one of the firms small trucks. Nothing unusual there as, following Steve's example, he often used me to clean the firms vehicles. On this occasion though the brother who runs the building firm with him was seated beside Mr Bailey.

I approached in some trepidation when Mr Bailey shouted to me, not relishing being humiliated in front of his brother. He told me to unload the wood, planks and such like, and carry it into the larger of my two barns. 

"What for?"

"Don't ask questions wimp; just do as you're told." Mr Bailey snapped, his brother grinning at my discomfort.

The brother was introduced as Eric, at forty five a bit younger than Mr Bailey.

"This is the wimp I told you about." Mr Bailey said as introduction.

"What the guy who can't satisfy his wife so you do the business for him?"

"Yea, me and a lot of other blokes. Pathetic isn't he."

With the brothers laughing I hurriedly began unloading and carrying the materials into the barn, keen to escape their scorn. Eventually everything had been transported inside, my work overseen by the lounging, grinning brothers.

"Eric's involved with the carpentry side of the business." Mr Bailey told me. "He's going to construct a couple of things in the barn and you can help out as his lackey. Meanwhile I'm going over to the house and give your wife another good fucking."

He turned away laughing and Eric set to work. 

My role consisted in passing items to him as required, lengths of wood, tools, nails etc. Soon the first construction began to take shape and I recognised a pillory.

"My brother wants you locked in this while he enjoys your wife," a smiling Eric told me. "Your hands padlocked up beside your head will prevent you playing with yourself. I bet you want to now!"

His last remark was prompted by Irene's yell reaching us from the bedroom and Eric paused in his work to listen.

"Hmm, sounds as if Bro's really giving it to your wife. Can you imagine her writhing on the end of his cock?" he taunted.

I said nothing and the laughing Eric resumed his work.

"There, nearly finished. Put your head and hands in for a trial run." 

I did as he said, knowing refusal would be pointless, and the top bar came down affectively trapping my head and hands through the three holes. After snapping a padlock shut, Eric lowered the crossbar downwards and it was only then that I realised the ingenuity of his construction. Unlike a normal pillory the upright had a series of notches into which the crossbar could be fitted and as he tested them I found myself forced to shuffle my feet backwards until my body was bent at right angles.

"Perfect, works a treat," he said, grabbing a handful of hair to yank my face upwards. "What do you think my brother's been doing while we've been working out here?"

I remained silent until Eric snapped, "Come on spit it out, you know full well what's been happening in the house. You heard the lady screaming with pleasure same as I did. What's he been up to?"

"Fucking my wife." I murmured.

"That's right but put some detail on it. Tell me the things they've been doing, apparently you've watched enough times. And call me Sir, I'm your Master now along with my brother so show me some respect."

While talking Eric moved out of my line of sight and feeling his hands undoing my trousers I groaned, guessing what was coming next.

"Come on, talk to me," he urged, pulling my trousers and underpants down.

"My wife will have been licking and sucking your brother's penis and balls while he licked her cunt." I stammered reluctantly.

Feeling the cold blade of the saw stroking my bared and defenceless bottom and fearful about what he might do, I went on hurriedly, "Then he will have fucked my wife, driving his big hard cock in and out of her cunt to spunk deep inside her." I gabbled.

A raucous laugh from the doorway brought my head up and I saw the naked Mr Bailey, a broad grin on his face, as he studied his brother's handiwork.

"Excellent bit of carpentry," he beamed. "And you're right, smell where that's been."

Mr Bailey held his penis to my nose and the smell of my wife's vagina was unmistakable.

"Now you can lick my cock clean while Eric warms your arse up with a few strokes from the flat blade," he literally snarled.

The first, relatively light, flick of the cold steel across my bottom prompted an immediate response and Mr Bailey laughed jubilantly when I began licking his penis. He was holding my head up by the hair as I continued to lick all round the end of his mighty penis and with each stroke of the blade causing me to draw a sharp intake of breath the brothers were laughing triumphantly.

Suddenly kneeling, Mr Bailey put his face close to mine and hissed, "Would you like to fuck Irene the way I just did?"

"Oh yes, yes!" I exclaimed before yelping, the blade replaced by Eric's hand. 

"Well you're not going to, are you?"

"No." I muttered downcast, adding of my own volition. "I'm unable to satisfy her so couldn't expect my wife to have sex with me now she's got you."

"That's right, your wife's ours now and don't you forget it," a jubilant Mr Bailey crowed, clearly delighted by my reply.

The beating seemed to be over at last and Mr Bailey, still on his knees, said, "Do you know what my brother is going to do now?"

"No." I muttered, though I had a good idea.

"Eric's going to fuck your wife for the first time, the first of many. Show the wimp what you've got to offer the lady Bro."

The crossbar being returned to the top notch I was brought upright with it, much to my relief. The forced position had been increasingly uncomfortable. I now had a clear view of Eric, trousers and underpants round his knees, displaying a flaccid but incredibly fat looking penis for my inspection.

"My brother's cock may not be quite as long as mine but look at the girth." Mr Bailey said.

"Oh God, it's marvellous!" a wide eyed Irene exclaimed, having entered the barn unnoticed at some stage.

Smiling at her Eric stripped completely naked for Irene's inspection, clearly revelling in my wife's appreciation of his physique. Tall and very broad chested, Eric is a mass of bulging muscles, the result of weight training it turned out. His upper torso and arms are covered in masses of tight greyish curls and I saw him flash me a triumphant smirk when Irene ran her fingers through them. With her other hand stroking the guy's balls it was inevitable that Eric rapidly developed an erection.

"There what did I tell you? Bet you'll enjoy riding Eric's fat cock." Mr Bailey commented to Irene while releasing me from the pillory.

"God yes!" Irene was almost drooling in anticipation now, Eric sucking one of her nipples.

Propelling me to the front of the pillory Mr Bailey forced me to the ground. I literally grovelled at their feet, looking at my wife who excitedly held a penis in each hand. Pushing me on to my back with his foot, Mr Bailey said, "What about hubby's little cock, would you like to ride that?"

"Good God no. I don't want that little worm!" my wife exclaimed emphatically. "He was always a waste of time in bed. I want yours, both of them."

"What about you wimp. What do you think of my brother's cock?"

"Impressive." I admitted reluctantly.

"So you should be impressed." Mr Bailey snapped. "Later you can become better acquainted with it."

"What do you mean?" I asked, though in my heart of hearts already knew the answer.

"After he's fucked your wife you can lick my brother's cock clean for him the way you do mine. It will be a regular job for you now." Mr Bailey told me.

"At least the turd will get a smell of his wife's cunt as unlike us he'll never get to use it."

Eric's comment provoked peals of laughter from all 3 of them and, actually revelling in my humiliation, I groaned, "Of course you're right I can't expect Irene to put up with my little penis any more and I'll gladly serve you in any way if you make her happy, and yes I want to lick and suck your cocks clean after you've pleasured her."

To my undying shame I was grovelling at their feet masturbating as I debased myself thus.

"I told you I'd got the wimp well trained." Mr Bailey said to his brother.

"Yea but I think the wanker still needs corporal punishment on a regular basis to make sure he knows who's got the upper hand."

"You're right. On your feet wimp, bend over and touch your toes. From today you'll obey my brother the same as you do me. With Steve no longer in the running I'm sure Irene will be happy to open her legs for Eric's big fat cock instead."

"Oh yes, yes! Get it done with and take me to the bedroom." My wife was practically drooling as she stroked Eric's penis.

The brother's exchanged grins before Eric barked, "Come on turd, adopt the position."

I gingerly bent over to touch my toes and he promptly took his belt to my backside, beating me with obvious relish while egged on by Mr Bailey whose scornful and contemptuous remarks accompanied the thrashing. The three of them laughed as my yells and screams for mercy rang out but inevitably Eric didn't show me any.

Directly the beating was over I collapsed to the earthen floor only for the laughing Mr Bailey to urinate over me, during which time I saw Eric pick my wife up in his powerful arms and carry her off towards the house.

"On your knees and suck my cock." Mr Bailey snarled.

Automatically responding to his command I found myself gulping it down when he finished off by urinating into my mouth.

"Carry on licking and sucking my cock. Make it hard ready to go and take another turn with your wife when Eric's finished with her. Don't forget my balls; I want to feel your mouth round them too." Mr Bailey commanded 

He stood hands on hips looking down at me with a contemptuous expression on his face as I meekly did as he said.

All the time I was licking and sucking Mr Bailey's genitals he taunted me about what his brother would be doing with my wife.

"And while you play with your little boy's cock your wife's ours to do as we want with," he taunted. 




The New House Ch. 03



"You're right of course; Irene doesn't want me now she's got you." I whimpered pathetically.

"You were right Bro; this guy's wife is a really good screw. Can't get enough either, the randy bitch said to tell you to hurry back she wants some more." Eric said entering the barn, then laughed to see me squatting on the dirt floor sucking Mr Bailey's balls.

"What did I tell you, the tarts putty in our hands. We can have her whenever we want and there's nothing hubby can do about it. He'll gladly lick your cock clean now it's been up his wife's cunt, wont you wimp."

I muttered something in reply and the grinning Mr Bailey added, "He likes to smell and taste his wife's cunt on guy's cocks. After all it's the nearest he ever gets to it these days."

Then it was Eric straddling me and he said, "Do what you've been trained to do cocksucker."

Suddenly I found myself holding his penis by the root and running my tongue round and round the glans, aware of a very strong smell of sexual activity emanating from it.

"What a little shit." Eric sneered. "You're nothing but a turd, a pathetic wanker. Your job is to lick my cock and balls clean every time I fuck your wife, and that'll be lots."

"That's right; teach the wimp his place Bro." Mr Bailey encouraged.

Meanwhile I was licking and sucking Eric's penis with uncontrollable relish, actually revelling in the humiliation they were subjecting me to and wanting it to go on. When I turned my attention to Eric's balls, licking and even kissing them with loving care, the brothers jeering laughter rang out.

"The turd's found his rightful place in the scheme of things." Eric said.

"Yea our own personal cock cleaner." Mr Bailey's mocking voice commented.

Then I was sucking Eric's penis, I couldn't help myself, and Mr Bailey said, "That's it demonstrate your subservience to Eric. Next you can lick and kiss his arse hole like you do mine as a sign of your total obedience."

"Oh yes, I like that idea," his brother said, quickly turning his back on me and bending low.

There was no hesitation, I palmed his buttocks to spread them and pressed my lips to Eric's anus.

"Oh yes!" he shouted triumphantly. "Lick my bum hole you little shit."

"You tell the wanker Bro." Mr Bailey's voice added before both brothers dissolved in laughter at the abject spectacle I made, grovelling on the dirt floor licking and kissing Eric's anus.

Inevitably I was then ordered to give Mr Bailey the same treatment but by this time I was past caring, revelling in their humiliating treatment of me and began masturbating again while licking his anus, much to their amusement. They wouldn't let me come though, Eric ordering me to stop playing with myself.

"We never need to do that. Your wife's legs are permanently open for us." Mr Bailey jeered. "Do you want me to go and fuck her now?"

"Yes," my reply sounded faint.

"Speak up, what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to fuck my wife. Please go now; I know she's waiting impatiently for you." I practically begged, knowing and not caring that I was humiliating myself to such a great extent before my jeering tormentors.

"Look at his tiny little cock Eric."

"Yes, pathetic isn't." Eric agreed.

"Yea and so is he. Go on then wanker; play with yourself again while I tell you what we're going to do with your wife."

Despite the jeers and laughter of the brothers I resumed masturbating and with Eric describing in lurid detail the things they intended doing to Irene, quickly came.

"Now lick the mess from your hand and swallow it." Eric ordered.

Accompanied by their sneers and jeers I did so.

"You'll defer to us in all things, is that understood?" Eric snapped.

"Yes Sir, of course Sir." I gabbled all too eagerly. "But can I watch you satisfying my wife, at least occasionally?"

"Maybe, but only if you're totally obedient to us and agree to serve us in any way. Even then there will be a fee attached to your pathetic voyeurism." Mr Bailey told me, with a wink at Eric.

"Oh yes, I'll be very good and do anything you say if you'll let me watch." I begged.

"Anything eh." Mr Bailey mused. "Next weekend you can come over to our yard and clean all the works vehicles, the office and toilets. In fact you can clean the office and toilets every weekend, our regular cleaner left recently and it will save us the expense and hassle of employing a new one."

"Yea and while you're cleaning the bogs we'll be reaming your wife's cunt out with our cocks." Eric taunted.

"Yes, but what about watching?"

"Well, on receipt of £50 you can watch the two us fucking your wife. OK?" Mr Bailey told me.

"Oh yes whatever you say." I agreed all too readily.

"Let's make it £100, £50 each." Eric said, to which I again agreed.

I remained laying on the floor in the barn for quite a while after the men had gone to the house, feeling totally humiliated and degraded to have taken part so willingly, even enthusiastically, in their treatment of me. 

Henceforth both brothers would be my Masters in every way, Eric to be addressed as Sir to differentiate from Mr Bailey. My musings were frequently disturbed by Irene's wild shrieks and ecstatic screams but despite a strong, almost overwhelming desire to see what was going on, I obeyed Mr Bailey's orders and remained in the barn. Still in three days time, providing I have the £100 in cash, he promised me unlimited viewing. Although with the proviso that I'll be tied up and unable to play with myself, and I'll also have to lick both men's cocks clean in front of my wife after they've fucked her.

"That should keep you in your place and show your wife what a pathetic wimp you are." Mr Bailey jeered.