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Sam's Visitor

By: StryWrter7



© This is written by me, and can be reproduced for your enjoyment, however not if it is reproduced on an internet pay site, or any other medium; without compensation for me --- the writer. Thanks to my friend "SirBosk" for edit and addition of a few ideas! 

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This story is fiction. It is meant to be read by adults. Children under the age of 18, please leave. All the characters in this story are of my own imagination, and not real in any sense of the word. Any similarities to that of living people is pure coincidence.

Story Summary: Sam, a prosecuting attorney, meets Ron, a Latin rough guy online and submits to him. But now Ron wants to visit him at his home, with his wife present. Will he be able to keep his affair a secret, or will Ron let his secret out? 

The story is told first by the part of Mary, Sam's wife; and then by Sam himself. 

Read on – and I hope you enjoy this story.

****** MARY'S Story

Chapter 1 

Sam was edgy all day today. He told me that a former co-worker was in town and called to visit. My sweet husband had invited him to dinner. But this was the 3-day weekend when I had planned to just do nothing. No errands to run. No work to worry about. No reason to even leave the house. I could just sleep in, and for the first time in ages this summer – I could just relax. Now, Sam, my husband, was having a 'friend' over for dinner and asking me to fix something special! More than just ask me to fix something, he was hovering around me all late afternoon, trying to entice me with what he thought was appropriate dinner attire. He insisted on a short sundress which did little to conceal my long flowing legs or hold the bouncing girls on my chest. The only thing I could gather was that Sam was very intent on showing me off to his former "co-worker".

I prodded him about this person and all I got was, his name was Ron, he was in his late 30's and they had done some business together. I knew many of the people at my husband's work and I certainly don't remember him talking much about a Ron. Most of the people that he hung around with are either criminals, or other attorneys. Never the less, I would not be able to enjoy my weekend if I didn't ease up and fix a nice dinner, and wear something attractive because Sam would have pouted all day over it, Then my plans for a relaxing time would be ruined.

When Ron arrived, Sam greeted him at the door, "Welcome to our home."

"Thanks, Sammy Boy! You give directions even better than you take directions," Ron replied as he entered our house. Then I heard him say to Sam, "You don't look half bad in clothes!" 

Did I hear him wrong? Did he just tell my husband that he looks half bad in clothes or just those clothes? Before I had time to think about his comment, they both entered the kitchen where I was turning the stove down to warm so we could have a drink before dinner. 

"Ron I would like you to meet …" Sam started to say in my direction before he was cut off by Ron.

"This must be your lovely wife Mary," Ron said as he held out both arms attempting to receive a hug from me. Not knowing this person, who could blame me if I only extended one hand for a shake instead. Gripping my hand and wrist, he pulled me close and then turned to Sam and teased, "Oh, she looks too good for you Boy!" I blushed at the compliment and Sam dropped his eyes and averted his cheesy grin.

Ron stepped back and Sam rushed off to the refrigerator for a cold beer. "Here you are Sir," Sam said as he handed Ron a Corona beer while putting a lime in his and bringing it to his lips.

"What, nothing for the pretty lady?" Ron asked Sam.

"Oh, no, I am not much a drinker. I will just stick with water or my diet coke. Thanks all the same," I replied. Then I added "by the time you all finish those drinks, dinner should be ready."

Ron asked, "Do I have time for a tour?" 

I looked at Sam and said, "I have a few more things to do here. You two go ahead".

They departed for the family room, deck and of course the basement, while I made a few more special touches to my lasagna casserole and salad. My mind examined Ron now that he wasn't in the room. First impressions mean a lot and he seemed confidant and maybe a little overbearing. At a few inches shorter than Sam, I would say he was 6 foot even, a bit stocky with wavy brown hair. His dark olive skin made his Latin heritage seem royal. My mind sure wasn't registering everything he said or later the undertone of his conversation at dinner.

After 15 minutes, they had not returned and it was too close for my 'perfect dinner' to go running around the house looking for them. "Dinner's Ready Guys!" I shouted at the top of the basement steps.

Ron comes into the room. "We just couldn't resist playing a little pool, I was showing off a little, making a few trick shots. We're going to have to go back down there and finish playing. I've got your Boy on the ropes and he knows what the stakes are so its fun to let it build before I put him down and keep him there!" Ron gloated in a typical male form.

My husband's only response was, "yeah right." Not much of a come-back but I guess he didn't like to be losing on his own table.

Through the rest of dinner, the conversation was normal with the occasional sexual comment thrown in, just male behavior. He told us about his career, his adventures, and yes, even some of his female conquests. (I was not all that interested in hearing about that, especially when I or my husband were not going to throw in our former experience.) 

When dinner was done, Ron offered to help with the dishes but I shooed the two of them away, saying "No, just go play pool and I will come down and watch in a little bit. I'll clean up. You two boys have fun." 

Ron smiled back at me and leaned over to Sam saying "You heard your woman. Now go ahead and obey! Its time for me to kick some more ass!"

I cleaned up and heard them in the basement shooting pool and taunting one another. Come to think of it, I really didn't hear Sam making too many taunts. Only Ron was doing that. But I blew it off to just guy talk and testosterone coming into play.

As I finished the dishes, I started to get faint. I was tired and just needed to sit down. I went into the family room and plopped down on the edge of the couch. It felt like just a minute but when I woke up, I was in the bedroom.

As I awoke, struggling to rub my eyes, I realized my arms were bound to the bed frame, my legs were spread wide and tied to the foot board. Pillows were under my ass, raising this key part of my naked body. NAKED? How did I get to be naked? Why is Ron standing over me and smiling? Where is Sam? What happened to me? I tried to shout out all these questions and more but the gag in my mouth kept it to a low pitiful moan.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," Ron sneered at me!

I pulled hard at the bonds. They didn't budge. I had NO IDEA what was going on but one thing was for sure, I did not like him leering at me and I did not like not being able to scream for Sam. Ron put his hand to his mouth, index finger up against his lips, "Shhhh."

"Be Quiet and I will undo your gag. Talk too loud, and I will punish you," Ron warned me.

I lay still while he unbuckled a strap around the back of my head. Once free and removed, he wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth. His hand was close enough I wanted to bite it, but I refrained from that just yet. "What is going on? Why am I tied up? Where is Sam? UNTIE ME NOW," I started to scream!

Ron covered my mouth with his big paw and pinched one of my nipples with his other hand. "QUIET!" He yelled even louder at me than I had at him. "NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU!" He took a deep breath and released my nipple. "Now, if you ask your questions one at a time, I will answer those that I think are important at this moment." He pulled his hand off my mouth.

"Untie me at once," I hissed. 

"That is NOT a question, and since I have not fucked you yet, it is not going to happen just yet either." Ron laughed at his comment.

"What is going on," I asked?

"You are tied up in your own bed," he smartly replied.

"I can SEE THAT! But WHY?" I started to speak louder.

"Lower your voice," he replied. "I made Sam tie you up after you passed out so we could have some fun with you this weekend."

"Sam knows I hate to be tied up. He wouldn't do this," I said through clinched teeth.

"Oh, I think I know what Sam will, and won't do, even better than you," Ron retorted in a cocky way.

"Where is he?" I grunted. "Where is my husband?" 

"He's Busy" Ron smartly returned!

"Why am I tied up, naked?" This was a question I really didn't want the answer to, but just had to ask it anyway.

"I can't fuck you if your clothes are on," Ron grinned at me.

"You wouldn't dare! My husband will kill you," I shot back, trying to protect myself and make him worried.

"Oh, my Boy won't mind a bit if I fuck you," he confidently stated.

"You said you had him help tie me up. Is that true?" 

"I showed him how I wanted you, but yes, he tied your legs to the bed. My boy obeyed me and tied your arms over your head. I didn't." Ron smirked.

"You lie." I shot back. The questions raged in my head faster than I could get them out and way too fast to comprehend the answers I was being given. "Why are you calling him Boy?"

"Just like you are a girl, he is a boy. He likes it that way." Ron paused, then chuckled to himself at some inside joke. "I mean, he really LIKES being a Boy!"

I had no idea of the significance of what Ron was saying. All I could think about was getting free. I wanted this mad man out of my bedroom, and out of my house. Where was Sam? Had he really helped tie me up? What kind of sick perverted thing is going on here? Then as I glanced down my belly toward my spread open crotch, I saw something on my chest. "Is that what I think it is all over my stomach?!" 

"Where on your stomach, Ohhhh, you mean the dried up cum that's there. Yes, that is Boy cum all over you," Ron answered.

"I can't believe you took advantage of me. Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to fuck me? I'm married!" I shot at him

"Wooahhh there missy. I didn't fuck you. I wanted to, but I decided you should be awake! That is Boy Cum on your chest. Surely you recognize your own Boy cum when you see it. My cum is thicker, more potent than that." Ron bragged.

"Why are you constantly calling my husband 'Boy'?" I asked.

"Better than telling you, perhaps a picture is worth a thousand words. Maybe I should just show you?" At that, Ron departed the room and was gone for about 4 or 5 minutes. When he returned, Sam was with him, or should I say trailing behind him. Ron stepped beside the bed, a leash in his hand and the other end of this leash was wrapped around Sam's cock and balls. Ron was leading my hubby by a leash and had me tied to the bed. What else could be wrong with this picture? "Mary wants to know why you are a boy. Why don't you show her now!" Ron encouraged Sam.

Sam sort of shuffled on one foot then another without doing much of anything while I was telling him, no, actually screaming at him to stand up for himself and set me free. 

"Boy, I said show Mary why you deserve to be called boy and what makes me more Man than you!" Ron ordered.

Sam looked to Ron. "May I show her?" he meekly asked Ron.

Not knowing what he was talking about, I shut up and waited to see just what in the world was going on.

"Use your hands Boy!" Ron told him.

Sam reached over to Ron and slowly started to unzip Ron's pants, hauling out his cock. Sam started to massage it, rolling it between his hands while I watched, stunned by his actions. Pretty soon Ron's cock was blood full and sticking straight out, while Sam was still toying with the massive meat.

"Show her up close Boy!" Ron ordered Sam.

Sam meekly put his semi-hard dick against the thick cock of Ron's. It was like night and day. Sam's dick was not hard and was only half the size of Ron's. I was staring at an amazing sight. One man's cock was hard and full, bigger than anything I have seen in my own experience. While my husband's, whom I am used to, suddenly looked so insignificant. 

"Tell her Boy!" Ron voice cut right though my conscious mind, which was running away with the sight before me.

Sam stuttered "Mmm my dick is so much smaller than Master Ron's. It's perfectly obvious that he is a Man and I am just a boy to him."

"What do you want to do to this cock?" Ron asked his open ended question.

"I want to get it hard, then place it into my wife's pussy," the broken 'boy' stated.

"Adore it properly Boy!" Ron barked.

Sam slunk to his knees before the huge meat and started gently kissing the thick cut head. Gradually he stuck more of the bulky cock between his lips until at least 4 or 5 inches of that mighty meat was engulfed in Sam's throat. When Ron removed his thick cock from my poor husband's mouth, a bead of spit followed it. You could see Sam's eyes follow that spit all the way to the head as Ron started to climb onto the bed between my tied spread legs.

"Oh NO. YOU'RE NOT putting that thing into me!" I started to object.

"You're perfectly right. I am not putting it into you." Ron gleamed at his evil thought. "Boy, get up here and get my cock into her pussy!"

I watched helplessly in shock while Sam climbed about the bed and guided Ron's stiff cock into my spread open pussy. My husband was obediently helping this oaf rape me. I screamed. I cried. I wept while my husband watched this thick cock slowly pry me open. Little by little, this 'co-worker' friend of Sam's pushed and prodded his thick brown meat into my pussy. I grunted when he stopped while he proudly stated, "This is about all the further that Sam would go with his little boy dick. He tells me you were a virgin when you married. So from this point on, you're going to experience something new. You are going to get fucked by a MAN!"

I wasn't wet enough and I sure as hell was not getting into it to where I could get wet enough to accommodate his prick. But in a few minutes, he had his tool buried to the hilt. Then he slowly withdrew it, then forced it back deeper into my open canal.

"Oh boy, is she ever tight." Ron admitted to Sam. "Don't you wish you had a big cock, one that fills a woman up?"

I gazed at the smirk on Ron's face as he grunted while he drove his thick cock deep into me, even as my worthless husband just sat on his knees closely observing as Ron's cock impaled me. I was ready to kill Sam for letting this happen.

Then, Ron gasped and moaned. Oh God, I think he's going to cum.

"Ahhhhh, Oh yeah, that's the way we do it. Take all my seed!" Ron blurted out.

Amazingly enough I could really feel the pulse of his huge cock and I could actually feel him erupt deep within me as each spurt of his cock ejected, filling me up. Ron slumped down on top of me and waited till his cock had shrunk some before lifting himself off me thus pulling his dripping tool from my sore pussy.

"Boy, you know what to do. Don't you? Get down here and clean my cock all up NOW!" Ron ordered my husband. 

Much to my surprise, Sam slipped his face only inches from the covers of the bed and started to lick Ron's cock clean. He slurped on the tip and then slowly licked up and down the shaft until it was all clean.

"Good Boy!" Ron patted Sam's head while he was still mouthing his mighty cock.

"Now get yourself some of those Altoids you love and clean up your wife!" Ron pushed a couple of mints into Sam's mouth and then aimed his face toward my wet pussy and pushed so he smashed Sam's face into my crotch.

Sam's mouth knew just where to go, and his licking, after that huge fucking, melted my pussy. I wanted to squeeze his head between my thighs. I couldn't squeeze him. My legs were tied wide open. He had easy access to my pussy with my crotch raised up by the pillows. 

Ron ridiculed my husband: "Press your mouth tight against her cunt Boy, then SUCK HARD. Draw that cum from deep inside her. Suck it all out! I know you want it. Show us both what you are good for. You've cleaned the cock you worship, now clean up the cunt where I just dumped my load." Then Ron turned and started to question me. "You married well. He's got a nice tongue. He's eager to please. You will like having a tongue to clean you out, so much so that you will want it all the time. Even when I am gone, and your Boy squirts his dripping load into your pussy, you'll make him lick it all out. He'll lick it so he gets used to the idea of sucking cum from a wet pussy." In the middle of Ron's demeaning rambling, I started to cum from Sam's tongue working against my exposed clit. I clinched my inner muscles and lifted my hips off the pillow as I could feel the juices just pour out. Sam just kept on licking, slurping up our mixed cum.

Ron must have enjoyed watching that sight, because before Sam was even done, he yanked on Sam's head and told him to suck his cock hard again. "We're going to do this again! Show me how compliant you can be."

I heard my husband meekly whisper, "Yes Master – I will be a good boy – and suck your cock hard."

Next time I had the nerve to look between my legs; Sam was kissing and licking the hardening shaft. I wanted to throw up. I have never liked the thought of gay guys sucking one another and to see my own husband worshiping this man's cock, was too much.

"Is it hard enough to slip into her yet or do you want to admire it some more?" Ron teased his Boy.

"Mary is wet and your cock is hard. Shall I place it into her slit?" Sam humbly asked.

"Tell me Boy. Who's cock do you admire and why?" Ron quizzed him.

"Your cock is impressive at 8 ½ inches. It fills my wife, unlike anything I can do." Sam admitted his inadequacy. 

"Good, line it up and push it into your wife," Ron ordered his now emasculated boy. 

My God, I was so wet; both from the fucking Ron had already given me and also from Sam licking me to orgasm. Being so wet, Ron's huge cock went straight in as he drove it all the way to the hilt. Now he started to pull it back out and push back again, over and over as he built up some gusto. What hurt before, now felt good. I was full of cock, an impressive 8 ½ inches, according to my husbands words. I think Sam is only 5 inches so this extra 40% was doing amazing things inside my body. 'Ohh, yeah,' I wanted to yell out. FUCK ME. It felt so damn good. Oh, this can't be happening. I am not supposed to be enjoying this. Ron is not my husband. A big cock is inside me and I love it. I want to tell Ron how much I love it but I am nearly biting a hole in my lip trying to keep this a secret. What would Sam think of me if I came from this fucking. What am I thinking? Why should I care what HE thinks? He just adored that cock in front of my eyes. 

The pressure mounted as I tightly closed my eyes, blocking the smiling face of the man fucking me. I tried to clench my legs tight but the bonds holding them open never budged. I wanted to scratch at him as I peaked but again the bonds holding my wrists left that out too. My breath was short and my nose was running. I was so close. I have NEVER felt this way before. Sam has brought me to orgasm with his tongue on my clit – but I have never cum from the thrusts of a dick and now, Ohhhhhhh OHHHHHhhhhh, I am … CUMMING! I came and Ron kept right on fucking me. Oh my god! Would it build again? I can't stand it. I have to get him to stop! 

"STOP! Oh I beg of you. PLEASE STOP! I have had enough!" I yelled out.

"No way babe. I'm getting my nut off now and then my 'boy' is going to clean us both up again! I love to watch that it gets me hard even after coming twice in the past 30 minutes!" Ron explained.


Sam's Visitor



Sam let the water run over her body in her small efficiency apartment shower. The small apartment was dinky but she loved it due to the fact she lived alone. Sam washed the conditioner out of her hair and finished by shaving her under arms and her pussy. 

A small sigh escaped her lips as she ran her hand over her sensitive clit. A vague thought about not having any sex for a few weeks shot through her head and she laid her forehead against the shower wall.

Sam has been rejecting her boyfriend's advances for sex for a few weeks now, being sorely disappointed that he doesn't listen to what she truly wants in bed. She has gone into great detail about how she wants to be dominated over, his bitch essentially, but being the sweetheart he is, he only goes for what she refers to as "vanilla" sex. Which is nice, but not what she is craving day after day.

Sam shut off the water and ran her hands over her wet clit before withdrawing her hand, attempting not to torture herself. She grabbed the towel and dried herself off, stepping out of the shower. Sam her a slight tap, but when she looked at the front door that was right in front of her bathroom, there was no shadow on the other side of the blinds on the window. Sam picked up her hair dryer, spending time to work the brush through her drenched hair until it was only slightly damp. Re-securing her towel around her chest, she stepped out of the bathroom, into the kitchen and turned to face her bedroom that doubled as the living room. 

Her heart dropped into her gut as she was facing a man leaning up next to one of three windows in her apartment, but the only one that would not latch. He kicked off the door and took a step towards her. Sam whirled and grabbed the door handle, but before she could flip the dead bolt, fingers were threaded through her hand and pulled her backwards. She screamed and she was cut off when he hand was secured over her mouth. She let out a sob as she kicked and attempted to bite his hand. He pulled her backwards, making her lose her footing and being dragged mostly. She grabbed his hand in her hair and tried to scream in pain. He threw her onto her futon face down. He straddled her back. She felt his weight shift as he reached to the side of her bed. She bucked, trying to push herself up. She took in a lung full of air and opened her mouth when he shoved a ball gag into her mouth and expertly latching it securely behind her head. She grabbed at it and he ripped first one wrist away in a death grip.

A soft cuff encircled her wrist before he released her hand. She brought it back to the ball gag, trying to unfasten it. He grabbed her second wrist and wrapped the same cuff around her other wrist before wrenching her first wrist behind her back, securely latching the two wrists together. Sam screamed into her ball gag as she kicked and bucked, pulling at her wrists. She felt him get off her and she rolled over. He smiled down at her and crossed his arms in victory.

"There we go! How are you, dear?" Sam looked around in quick succession, she sat up and felt her towel start to slip. The man looked down and noticed as well as he grabbed it and ripped it away. Sam let out another scream, being muffled by the gag. She stood up and he pushed her right back down. 

He straddled her stomach, his jeans rubbed against her belly as she tried to wiggle out from under him with no avail. She looked up at him pleading and she saw a collar in his hand. She froze and he smiled widely.

"Sam, I have been watching you for some time. I watched you walk around naked as if no one was watching. I saw the dirty stories you have read and what your preference of category for porn was. I know you want this. It is time that you just acknowledge it to yourself as well."

He leaned down and strapped the thin black collar around her neck. He reached over her to the head of her futon, rubbing his stomach against her face. She could feel the hard muscle under his shirt and knew full well she couldn't fight him off. She whimpered and watched as he drew back up with a cord. He latched it to the collar and she jerked, attempted to sit up even with his weight on her, only to get yanked back by the unyielding collar. He placed each hand on her breasts and kneaded them gently before roughly pinching her nipples. She yelped and attempted to wiggle out from under him.

"That's right, bitch. Keep fighting it. From now on, when you make noise you will get punished. You will get your body used any way I want and by the end you will either beg for me to fuck you, or maybe I will take you home with me. I haven't decided yet."

Sam froze at the threat of being kidnapped and her body abused. She let out a small sob and was met with a slap across the face. She was stunned and she stared back at the man in disbelief. He wasn't much older than her 19 years she noticed and he seemed to be enjoying himself.

She realized he will win no matter what she does as he continued to twist and pull at her nipples. She writhed under him and he released them. He got off of her and turned on a lap, casting light in her small apartment. She got a better look at him. He could not have been older than 30, with jeans and a black t-shirt. She noticed his bulging muscles and the large package in his jeans. There was a table next to her bed and she noticed on her table a duffle bag she had never seen before. He reached into his bag and pulled out a blindfold and she kicked out at him. He pushed her legs out of the way before securing the blindfold over her eyes and she started breathing heavily. A few minutes passed and she couldn't hear where he was. She was breathing heavily and whimpered. She suddenly heard him going through his duffle bag.

"Oh Sam. I am not going to leave you with out any pleasure. I want you to beg me to fuck you. To have your wet cunt spasming around my cock." She felt her pussy heat up and she shook her head violently, denying herself of the pleasure. She felt a strap around her upper thigh. Sam stilled herself and felt him place another strap around her other thigh. She bucked when she felt something being placed onto her clit with another strap around her waist. She felt him remove himself from the bed and she continued to buck, attempting to remove whatever was placed against her clit. 

Suddenly a powerful vibration was sent through her clit and she let out a surprised wail at the onslaught to her sensitive clit. She cried as she had a harder time catching her breath. She couldn't hear him over the loud and powerful vibrations. It seemed to go on forever and her toes curled as she felt her pussy spasm. She let out a cry of anguish as she felt her legs become wet. She felt him run a finger along her slit. Suddenly she felt him wipe something damp on her cheek and she could smell her arousal.

He flipped her over and shoved a few pillows under her, raising her hips in the air and she screamed out into her gag. She felt him palm her backside. He removed his hand and suddenly the vibrations against her clit stopped. She heard something and couldn't place it. She felt him kneel on the bed next to her and she felt the tension with the collar lesson. He pulled off her blindfold and she saw the large window facing the street had the blinds pulled up all the way and a few drunk people were walking by, some looking her way. She screamed against her gag and the man stood her up before sitting on the bed. She started to back away from him but he reached up and grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her across his lap.

"I told you if you made sounds that you would be punished. Did I not?" She sobbed as her stomach rubbed against his jeaned, her ass pointed towards the window. Suddenly a powerful slap came across her ass and she screamed. He continued to slap her ass silently as she writhed under him, sobbing as her cheeks began to burn. 

After a few minutes, he stopped and began to rub her flaming backend. She shook as tears fell down her cheeks in mortification. He glided a finger across her slit and she arched her, as she realized how much her pussy was burning too. She noticed how soaked her thighs have become.

"Well, well. I told you that I knew you wanted this. You are just a whore begging for the right abuse." Sam shook her head violently and it earned her another spank on her already red and burning cheek. "Keep denying yourself it. I am thoroughly enjoying myself, and from the looks of it, so are you."

He sat her on the bed and she looked out the window and saw the small audience outside on the sidewalk before he closed the blinds. Sam's face went bright red as she stared at the man. He turned back to her and pushed her down against her bed. He knelt between her legs and licked up her slit. She groaned and then shook her head, attempting to close her legs. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her thighs and licked her slit again. She tried to kick out when she felt him stand up. He suddenly whipped her onto her stomach. He dragged her up the bed and locked the collar in again before making his was back to her behind. She pulled at her wrist cuffs and then froze as she felt her ankle getting circled in a cuff. She started to kick when he latched it to a strap loosely. She kicked her other leg violently, but he grabbed it easily and strapped it to the bed without any further problems. He wedged his arm under her waist and lifted her up, placing a tower of pillows under her hips, causing her ass to be in the air. She felt him then tighten the straps, effectively spreading her legs. He walked away and Sam listened intently for where he went. After a few minutes she couldn't help herself, she let out a sob.

A slap stunned her upturned cheeks. She yelped, earning her another spank. "You love that, don't you, bitch? Otherwise you would have shut up by now."

There was silence and time dragged on by. After a few minutes she tried to shift. There was no sound or movement and she was becoming more conscious of her upturned ass with each passing moment. She jumped when suddenly the vibrations on her clit started up again, stronger and more of an erradic pattern. She curled her toes and shook her head as the moments went by. She felt a steady wetness running down her leg and her pussy started to spasm. She clenched when she felt something wet between her ass cheeks.

She felt something being pushed inside her ass slowly and she screamed against her gag as her pussy continued to spasm and clench, causing her ass to tighten. He pushed again, coming across another bump that was larger than was first entered her ass. She felt her ass split open, causing a flame inside her. He stopped at the largest point of the second bump, causing her ass the clench around it and attempt to push it out. He pushed a little further and it became smaller again, lessoning the pain.

"I know you want the pain. I am here to exploit your every desire." She shifted her ass when he pushed again, speading her hole wider than she thought possible. She screamed and thrashed when again he stopped at the widest point. She trashed, trying to kick up her strapped down legs to no avail. He pushed again when suddenly her ass seemed to swallow it to the base. He tugged at the base a little. "Well, look at that. Now your ass doesn't want to give it up."

Her ass burned and suddenly she felt her pussy pulsated again and she screamed as more juices rushed down her leg. She felt him start to pull the plug out of her ass and stop at the widest point and she cried out as her ass contracted around it. Again her pussy pulsated and she buried her face into the bed. He let go of the plug, letting it stay at the widest point and sticking out of her ass. He walked over towards the foot of the bed, unlatched the collar from the strap. 

Sam looked up at him as he unzipped his pants, pulling out his large member. She stared at it, blinking when he ran his fingers through her hair, unlatching the gag. He pulled it out and she opened her mouth to scream when he impaled her mouth of his cock, pushing it all the way to the back of her throat. He pounded her throat as her ass was burning and her clit becoming so sensitive that the vibrations started to hurt. Her eyes welled up as he pulled her mouth to the base of his cock and held it there, her nose against the button of his pants. He pulled her back and she gasped for air before he pulled her mouth all the way down again, but longer. She yanked on her head and looked up at him and he was looking down at her with his eyes glassed over and smiling. She blinked hard as he pulled her back. She gasped for air, but before she got a full lungs worth in, he pulled her against him again. Her vision started dotting black as she fought against him. She tensed her body and she felt the plug slip out her ass. 

He pulled her off his cock by her hair and looked at the plug on the floor and smiled down at her as she tried to catch her breath to her lungs on fire. 

"Tell me you want me to fuck you, baby. We both know you want it. Tell me or I will just keep shoving my cock down your throat and that plug in your ass." Sam shook her head, refusing to give into what her body wanted. He walked away and she felt him shove the plug brutally back into her ass. She screamed and was cut off by a slap on her sore ass before he gripped her hair, shoving his cock down her throat again. She struggled against him and he just held her tighter. The plug popped out again as she struggled against him. She felt her pussy convulse again and her clit in pain. He pulled her off and she took deep breaths.

"Just tell me you want me, then it will be over, baby." His voice was soft and Sam let out a small sob. Her resolve broke as she felt her pussy, clit, and ass on fire.

"Please fuck me. Please just fuck me." He smiled, replacing the gag even as she shook her head. She felt his fingers against her slit and one at a time going into her pussy before removing themselves.

"Fuck, Sam. You are so wet. You can't deny that you want this any more." She felt one of his fingers, coated in her wetness invade her ass and she screamed against the gag when suddenly his cock was buried in her in one swift motion. He kept his cock inside of her, not moving one bit as he added a second finger inside of her ass. She sobbed and then felt her body start to move against him, pumping his cock in her slick walls. He groaned and added a third finger and she cried out again. The violent vibrations against her tender clit brought tears to her eyes as she felt her pussy clench again. He removed his fingers from her ass and grabbed her hips. He started to pump in and out of her violently for a few minutes before pulling out of her. She let out a small sob.

"You are still my bitch." She felt his head against her painful ass and she froze when he buried himself into her ass. She screamed violently as he raped her ass even as she bucked under him. She felt him spasm and screamed again as she felt him cum into her ass. She sobbed as he withdrew himself from her ass. The vibrator switched off and she heard his zipper. She heard him remove his belt and she felt the sting on her ass and she screamed against the gag as he continued the spanking with his belt until he ass was bright as a tomato.

She cried as he stopped and placed his belt back through his pant loops. He unlatched the cuffs from the straps, but didn't remove them. She felt the bed sink next to her and he pulled her back against him, even with her hands still bound. He nuzzled her neck and he grabbed pillows, placing one under her head and one under his.

"Good girl." Tears welled up in her eyes as he sore ass was pressed against his jeans but soon felt herself fall asleep against him.



Sam's Visitor



I opened my eyes to see my husband cringing while kneeling on the floor next to our bed. He might not have liked what Ron was making him do, but he sure didn't act like it or put up a fuss. 

Just then - I heard Ron grunt and he shot load after load from that thick pulsating dick. I knew he had cum.

True to his word, he dismounted me, and ordered Sam to clean his sticky dick.

Ron gripped the base of his shaft and aimed his still impressively huge dick at Sam. "Boy, this cock is coated with your wife's cum and mine. I know you idolize big cocks and would just love to slurp it up. Beg me to allow your pussy boy lips to clean up this Man-Sized cock," Ron ordered my husband who was still slinking on his knees on the side of the bed.

Sam cleared his throat then apprehensively stated "Sir, since I am just a boy to you and you are a Man, I want to please you, since you have been able to please my wife. I have never seen her cum this way," Sam admitted, wide eyed.

"Never seen her cum, what way Boy?" Ron asked.

"I think she came while your immense cock was inside her," Sam admitted.

"She has never cum with yours?" He asked Sam. He turned to me, "Is that a fact. Have you never cum when Sammy boy was using his little boy dick inside you?"

I shook my head in awe, "no, it has never happened," I tearfully admitted.

Ron looked at me, cocked his head to one side and asked, "why are you crying?"

"Its unfair!" I tearfully admitted.

"What's unfair?" Ron asked.

"I have spent more than half my life married to Sam. I never knew an orgasm could be this … wonderful. I was forced into it. But I feel guilty for enjoying it, and pissed at the same time … that Sam's ineffectual lovemaking wasted half my life away." I took a deep breath and watched as Ron's grin spread across his face. He puffed out his chest for he knew he had done something that my husband had never done, brought me to an orgasm while fucking. "I don't like to be held down, and tied up. I don't like to watch two guys …you know …doing that. I hate that, but he deserves it. He wasted half my life with his … you know, manliness. A part of me actually enjoys that he is on his knees, begging to clean you up. He deserves this. Two guys always grossed me out. I would never watch it, but here now, I think I like seeing that he gets his wish. He's always been a bit timid and now he gets to idolize the tool that brought me to orgasm. But I don't deserve to be tied up. I didn't bring this on, he did. Its' not fair that he gets to be free and you have to bind me," I confessed.

"You've got a point. Right after he cleans us both up, I will tie him and set you free." Ron said to me. "Now, boy, get to work!" 

This time, I watched. I saw my husband gently lift up that softening huge cock, then slowly extend his tongue to lick the underside of Ron's shaft. Ron shifted his hips so his balls slid against Sam's chin and his firm cock was pressed against his lips and nose. Sam was worshiping this cock. Then Sam put the tip into his mouth. 

"Let me see that tongue Boy!" Ron directed.

Like a meek little puppy dog, Sam obeyed, licking Ron's shaft and slurping over the whole cock.

"Let me see your eyes, Boy!" Ron tortured my obviously weaker spirited husband. "I love to look into your eyes while my Man-Sized cock is in your mouth. It's just so humiliating or you, isn't it?"

Sam looked up at this proud naked man who had just fucked his wife not once, but twice. I knew Sam was vulnerable to assertive personalities; I just never imagined I would actually witness my big husband being so compliant to another man.

Could Ron really have known what I was just thinking because the moment after I wondered about Sam shrinking down to be a slave to another man, Ron cleared that up for my mind. 

"You're not a man, are you Boy?" Ron taunted Sam as Sam gagged on the still potent cock in his throat.

Sam shook his head back and forth.

"Husbands get to fuck their wife's pussy. Boys, with little dicks get to suck on a cum-filled pussy. Tell me loud and clear. Which are you? Mary's husband or my Boy?" Ron taunted the man I married.

"I no longer deserve to be her husband I am now your obedient BOY!" Sam acknowledged.

Ron gleamed. "Good Boy, now go and lick out the pussy I just fucked! Slurp it all up and if she cums, you clean that up too!"

Sam moved between my stretched legs and licked the dripping cum from my pussy. He licked and sucked and licked some more. I didn't cum. I was exhausted. 

Ron took Sam out of the room and came back to untie me. He said he had to leave but he would return. He said he was sorry that he had to tie me up, but that he really didn't think I would be easily give in, just by showing off his dick. He went on to say, that when he showed his dick to my husband, Sam was drooling over it. I can't believe after all these years my wimp of a husband drools over a man's dick. But after seeing for myself, I do not doubt that Sam was drooling over it.

Ron left but not before trying to kiss me and especially not before making Sam slink to the floor next to the door and kiss his cock goodbye.

Chapter 2 

 I did not talk to Sam the rest of the day. He tried to talk to me once and I yelled at him. I told him to leave, just leave me alone. I needed to be alone with my thoughts. I had betrayed my marriage by having sex with someone else or had I? It's not me who brought this man into our house. It was Sam. It's not me who opened up my legs to let him fuck me. Again, Ron had said it was Sam who tied me up when I had passed out. Why should I be worried when my own husband drools over the dick that plowed into me? I smiled to myself, I had cum. Yes, I had the big O from making love, well, it wasn't quite love. It was fucking, pure and simple. But I had cum from it and that is something that has never happened with Sam. Oh, I must sort all this out. I slept alone that night, my dreams or nightmares were of Ron pounding his tool into my body, splitting me open and making a real woman out of me.

The next morning, I was still determined not to speak to Sam but we both needed our showers and after getting mine, Sam stepped into the shower to get his. I suddenly noticed his ass and the back of his legs. They were black and blue. Bruises on them or should I say all over them. I couldn't help myself. I had to ask, "what happened to you?"

Sam asked "The front of me or the back of me?" 

"Both," I quickly answered.

"The front of me is from when we went back into the spare bedroom, before he untied you. Ron said that a 'boy' doesn't have hair on his nuts or crotch area, so he used the trimmers to cut it short, then shaved me bald there. He said I would get a beating if I let any of the hair grow back. I would not know when he would visit again but if I knew what was good for me, I better keep myself as a little boy for him. He said it would remind you that you are married to a 'boy' and not a man." 

Then Sam winched as he twisted his body to look at the bruises. "That is from Ron!" He pointed to his legs and his ass. "This is the beating I got when I tried to stop him from fucking you while you were unconscious." He pointed to his wrists and arms. "This is from the rope burns where he tied me up and punished me, working me over till he completely broke my spirit until I became the boy you saw yesterday morning." Then he pointed to a ring around his neckline and said "This is from the collar that he put around my neck that nearly choked me to death." He hung his head and said, "I am sore, all over. I am sorry I got you into this mess, and I am sorry I had to do the things I did yesterday, but I swear if I hadn't, I would not have been able to protect you at all ever again." 

I put my robe on and with wide eyes asked him, "tell me how this all started. Don't leave out anything – and tell me what happened to have caused this," pointing to the bruises appearing on his body.

*

****** Sam's Story

"You want the story from the beginning huh?" I asked.

Mary answered "I have a right to know, don't I?"

"For a long time, perhaps as long as a year, Ron and I would chat online. He learned I was insecure. He recognized that I had not ever been with another man. He ascertained that if I gave my word, I would keep my word. Also if I made a bet, that I would honor that bet. One day a few weeks ago, we met. He was in town on business and we agreed to meet for a drink and maybe more. We met at Harry's, the bar on 7th street, and seemed to get along just fine. We played a few games of pool where he proceeded to kick my ass. I lost several games. Each game was worth 15 minutes of pleasure to the winner. When he "owned me" for 2 ½ hours, we went back to his hotel room. I was actually nervous and afraid to touch him in any personal way. He thought that was 'cute' and suggested that I let him tie me up so that its not me willing to do some things with his body, but rather that I would be 'forced' to serve him. Once I felt that he wasn't going to harm me when I was bound, I agreed to his scenario." I could see Mary's face change a bit.

"You always wanted me to tie you to the bed an sit on your face. So is this what he did to you?" Mary accused.

"Yes, and he obliged me. He came prepared and pulled out some items from a gym bag he had at his hotel room. He tightened some 2 inch thick leather cuffs on my thighs and some other cuffs were put around my wrists and snapped to my thigh cuffs. Before he surrounded my wrists with the leather cuffs, he told me to make a fist and slid little mittens over my hands. This denied my futile attempts to unsnap the clips or free myself. He laid me on my back so he could 'play with' my limp dick." Mary cringed when I said that. "He put an O-ring in my mouth so it could not close. Within minutes the saliva was drooling from my mouth. 

He pointed out the drool was leaking on his dick, lubricating it and he would be able to easily thrust it deeply into my mouth. With my jaws forced open, I couldn't do anything to stop him." 

"Then he had me lay sideways on the bed so that I straddled the width instead of the length of the bed. Just as my head hung off the end, he decided to stand beside the bed so he could swat my face with his growing cock. My face dangled off the end and as he finished swatting my mouth and face, he plunged his now thick cock into my gaping mouth. The way my head hung upside down, he was able to penetrate my mouth and throat pretty easy. His 8 ½ inch cock filled my mouth and strained against my throat as he crammed his massive meat past my lips. I gagged and choked but he was determined to use me. Since my hands were bound and I had agreed to be his plaything for 2 ½ hours, I was obligated to keep my word. He blew his wad and I had absolutely no choice but to swallow it." I watched how Mary unconsciously licked her lips just then. "He humiliated me and made sure that I understood that his male meat was significantly more superior than my mediocre one. In that short of time, he proved that he was a Man and I was a boy and my job from this point forward was to please him, his cock, his balls and anything else he wanted me to serve." As he put it, "You are going to learn to adore my cock. You are going to learn the taste of it when it cum's and the feel of it spreading your lips and spanking your tongue."

"With the O-Ring gag in my mouth, he got one sloppy blow job. Since I had never given one before, I didn't know what he was, or wasn't really feeling. I just knew he was using me and I was in tears knowing I was incapable of stopping him." I continued to explain to Mary as she started to seem even more interested in the details. These details no longer enraged her. In fact, as I explained my feeble attempts to satisfy his needs, I could see her nipples harden and poke out. Regardless of whether she admitted it or not; my explanation aroused her. 

"At one point, he turned me over his knee and with his bare hand, spanked me on my ass. I wanted him to quit but he would only stop when I agreed to suck his cock once I was untied. He told me that it's all fine to 'make me' serve him but it was far better to break my will to resist and have me begging to please him while I was not bound." I shuffled my feet and looked down, not able to meet Mary's gaze "It worked. I capitulated and willingly served him."

"After being tied up and used by him, I was naturally intimidated by his forcefulness. I admit, I was amazed by the size and feel of his cock. It's so much bigger and thicker than mine," I started to say when Mary interrupted me.

"You didn't have it inside you, did you?" Mary exclaimed.

"No, thank god, he's not into that!" I stammered. "But by the time I left, actually three and half hours after arriving at his hotel, I was no longer a Man. In front of him, I was clearly inferior. I was sure that this inadequate feeling I had, would go away with time. All I had to do was to get away. Only he knew how I felt. At any time, his demeanor could quickly reduce me to that of a boy again," I continued to explain.

"But you can't change what you are!" Mary reminded me, "or even how you truly feel about it."

I looked down at my rock hard 5 inches. My cock was fully erect. Just talking about this episode had excited some dark inferior complex deep within my mind. I tried to cover it up when Mary abruptly stopped me by swatting my hand away.

"Go on. Finish what you are telling me and leave that little thing alone!" Mary scolded me as she destroyed any 'manly image' I might have perceived to own.

"Well, when he was online – I would answer his questions – including ones about you. I told him how you were not doing anything this weekend and at his insistence sent pictures of how you look. He became even more interested in me now, or should I say in you. He announced he wanted to visit us and I didn't do a good job of talking him out of it. He said that unless I let him visit – he would spill the beans about me. Naturally, I didn't want that to happen – so I let him come here." I explained.

Mary continued to listen carefully and I decided not to leave out too many points from the other night so that she was aware of how it all fit in. "When Ron arrived and I gave him a tour of the house while you were cooking dinner, we stopped in the basement to play some more pool. 

Ron announced the 'rules' of this game: A person who misses a shot, or only makes one ball during their turn, had to obey the other for 15-seconds, followed by the next such miss for 30-seconds and so on in 15-second increasing intervals. Making two or more balls on your turn abstained from the growing 'obedience time'. 

Since it was my home, he gave me the break. Not a single ball dropped for me on the break and he ordered me to kneel down, kiss his shoes for 15 seconds and promise to be a 'good boy' for him."

"The mood was set and I was on the floor kissing his shoes and repeating that I would be a good boy," I truthfully told Mary. "Fifteen seconds is nothing, it seemed to be good natured teasing rather than a set-up to ultimately show my complete obedience later on."

"Ron made two balls before missing and gleefully told me that he didn't have to do anything for me. I made one ball then just barely missed the next one as it banked off the edge of the hole instead of dropping in. Ron told me to kiss his ass. At least he didn't drop his pants. I knelt on the floor and steadied myself by gripping the outer portion of his thighs and planted kiss after kiss against the fabric that contained his ass. From there, he made three balls in a row and it was my turn again. I was excited that I looked just as good by making three balls of my own. For the first time I didn't have to do anything he said. Ron was impressed with my three shots as two of them were not as easy as one might get but he went on to make his final two balls but missed on his attempt to win the game with the 8 ball in the side pocket." 

"The pressure for me was on the table. I had three balls left on the felt and he only had the 8-ball. I tried for one I thought was easy and missed it. Disappointed, but ready to obey the rules of the game I sighed and asked Ron, "Now what do you want me to do?"

"Ron unzipped his pants and hauled out his cock and waved it at me. 'C'mere Boy, I want you to kiss the head of my cock! This one is for 45 seconds and I will be timing you when I feel your mouth touch it. You better not have too big of gap between kisses or it won't count.' I glanced up toward the direction where my wife was finishing dinner. 'Don't worry Boy, she's busy and if I hear her come down the steps, I'll put it away and you can just say you were looking for the chalk.' With that remark, he casually dropped an extra chalk cube on the floor beside him. I meekly obeyed and slunk to my knees for the third time in this pool game. This time I was face to face with his cock. He didn't bother to fish out his balls, just stuck the head and 3 or 4 inches of his cock beyond the zipper of his pants. I had seen his cock before, I had sucked on it and liked it, but this was different. This was in my house, not a hotel room. I looked past his waiting cock to see the smirk on his face as he tapped on his wrist watch to show me that he's ready to keep time. I leaned in and puckered my lips and began to kiss the circumcised head of his prick. As I lifted my hand to touch it and move it to the left or right to kiss, he slapped my hand away saying 'Just your lips Boy. Just your LIPS!' I kissed it and felt more under his control that way, doing just as he said, and nothing more. When time was up he pushed me away and said, 'Let's get this game over so we can add another minute to each of your chances at servitude.' I picked up the chalk he had dropped and he playfully told me, 'Leave it there; you're going to need that excuse a bit more before dinner!'" 

"Seconds later, he makes the 8-ball to win the game. 'We'll play 10 games. That is the first of my wins. We add a minute for each game that I win, while if I miss, I start at 15 seconds.' When I objected to this sort of adding – he said, 'In basketball, you have a game called horse. Just because you have 'H – O – R' doesn't mean my first miss has to start with the letter 'S', no, I start at the beginning too.'" 

"And so we played the next game with me at 1 minute 45 seconds and him at 15-seconds. Ron broke the rack and got two balls in the pockets, one stripe and one solid. By the look of the rest of the balls on the table he choose solid and got one more. I made one, and then missed. I was forced to kiss his balls as he undid his pants and underwear so that both his cock and ball sack were swinging free. 'Keep kissing those balls Boy. I am just going to have some fun swatting you with my meat! We both know how much you like it!' Ron taunted me. I was squatting closely between his legs and lifting my head so I could kiss his balls from underneath when he gripped the base of his growing shaft and swung it down to thump against my eyes and forehead." 

"As if my nightmare was not going to end, he continued to shoot pool and make at least two as I made only one again. 'Back on your knees Boy!' Ron chided me. 'I will time you, 2 minutes 15-seconds I want you to suck on my cock. Remember – NO HANDS!' Ron had again undone his pants and pushed them toward his knees while I knelt in front of him and obediently kept my hands to my sides while I gently lifted his hefty cock from below and guided it to my open mouth like a waiting bird being fed its dinner. I circled my lips around his cock and sucked on it as it began to get fatter in my mouth. The time went quickly this round and he was pushing me away before I knew it. 'Good Boy. I see you still adore my meat. Now to get back to pool.'"




Sam's Visitor



"Watching him make the next three balls, I still couldn't concentrate. I kept wondering what was taking so long for Mary to finish dinner and in my haste to knock one in, I missed. Expecting to be used again, I sank to my knees but instead, Ron pulls a nylon leash and strap with buckles from his pocket. 'Stand up Boy, I need to put this on you.' He fastened the leather strip by tightly snapping it shut around my cock and under my balls. Then he looped the nylon leash through a tiny D-ring and pulled tight to see that it was not going to slip off. He told me to keep my hands at my sides and follow him around the room. He led me around pulling on the leash enough to get my attention, gathered up the leash and stuffed it into my underwear and made me put back on my pants. The bulge was evident and he even commented on it. 'Now you have a bulge as if you have a real cock between your legs!'" 

"He proceeded to make the 8-ball and win the second game. We started a third game now with each miss by me at nearly 4 min while he was still at only 15 seconds. He made four balls including one on the break and amazingly enough, I made three behind him. Then I think he made two and missed. He told me to pull down his pants and give him a hand job while rubbing my cock next to his. I wasn't quite sure what he wanted so he explained, 'Boy, I want you to pull your cock out and press it against mine. Then rub them both like you're jerking off!' When I proceeded to comply with his instructions, it felt totally weird to feel my erection next to his. What's more, it looked ridiculous too. Ron taunted me, with all sorts of comments including: 'Look at your little cock boy, dwarfed by mine. You know you're a boy when you compare this close'." 

"Just then it was dinnertime and you called". Mary seemed to be in a dream like state as I had been relating the story thus far. She wanted me to continue.

"Well, over dinner I was nervous, wondering just what Ron would do to embarrass me or humiliate me in front of you. But outside of being a bit arrogant and cocky, he kept it a secret that I had a collar around my cock and balls and a leash attached to them right in my pants under the table. He also kept it from becoming known that just minutes before, I had his cock in my mouth." I continued "But as we had come upstairs and sat at the table, I cringed when he admitted that he was, 'kicking my ass and it's only a matter of time before he showed your boy who the real Master was.' I explained that although I thought it was fun to do once, to submit again was a bit rough. I couldn't concentrate on dinner or the conversation at all. I could hear him make some sly remarks from time to time but nothing that you would take as me being his personal pet or anything more than just good natured male ribbing. 

Mary interrupted me – "You seem to like his cock – don't you?"

"Yes" I sheepishly admitted.

"After dinner, you offered to do the dishes and let us continue our game of pool. We went back downstairs and Ron added that each additional game will include some 'stripping' by the loser. He even teased 'I might have to lose some, so that I don't have to keep dropping my pants all the time. That way you can worship my cock easier.' But he didn't lose, and he made damn sure I knew who the boss was. He made the last ball and 8-ball of the game we stopped to join you for dinner and that meant I had just over 5 minutes to serve him. Naturally, a blow job was what he wanted. 'Boy, your wife is hot and my cock needs some attention. Get back down where you belong and suck it for me.' I didn't need to be told twice. I sunk to my knees, scooted up to him and gave his cock a wonderful blow job, at least it seemed that way from the way he crowed. 'Boy, you have a talent there. Your mouth just fits so nicely over my cock. I'll bet your sweet wife doesn't even give blowjobs this well!'" 

"In game 4 he made 6 balls in a row and with the table nearly empty of his balls I made three to keep from doing anything else on the bet. I believe he made the last ball and the 8-ball to start the round of stripping. I was told to lose the socks and shoes since they all count together and only removing one each would take forever. For my 6 minutes of servitude I had to lick his ass for 3 and get my ass swatted for the other three. I was so afraid you would hear the sound upstairs. How did I know that by this moment you were probably already drugged and incapable of any concern for my part." 

"In game 5 he made a few again and I missed on the first try sealing my fate again on my knees for 7 minutes. This time Ron shot his load in my throat. His thick cock pulsated and shot stream after stream into the pit of my stomach. He patted me on the head like you would a dog. I felt so used. He told me what a good boy I had become. Satisfied with my progress as his pet, he won that game in short order too by running the table. I had to lose my shorts. Losing that game just after swallowing his load gave me cotton mouth for sure, but he had me orally worshiping his ball sack, and inner thighs while he ridiculed me. 'Boy you are not much of a pool player but I would hate to stop now and save you all the fun of serving me. Normally I would want to make you do this to get you out of your game but you boy, love this treatment. Don't ya?' I answered he was right and continued to agree with him as he enjoyed my kisses all over the lower half of his Latin body."

"It was game 6 when he finally lost to me. He made only one during the start of the game and I just didn't know what to do with him for 15 seconds. I made him kiss my cock. The time went so fast it's as if he barely touched it and it was over. My pool playing was already in trouble and I missed on the very next shot. 'Boy, I want you to get some pleasure too. Now jerk off that little prick and make it shoot,' Ron commanded me. I tugged on my cock and jerked it off till it shot its full load of cum into my hand. 'Eat it boy!' He told me. At the end of the 10 minutes he tightened up the strap around my cock and balls. He made 5 more balls, and I think I made two. Then he shot in the last one and the 8-ball to win that game too. I now had to strip off my underwear. I was concerned that you might come downstairs and tried to get out of stripping, but Ron would have none of my hesitancy. 'Boy, you don't worry your little head about your wife. She won't be bothering us at all. When you are stripped from the waist down, I want your tongue to be licking my ball sack for the next 11 minutes 45 seconds.' Ron started looking at his watch again. I crawled around him so I could lick his ball sack from all directions. His thick cock twitched and he would stroke it softly while it continued to grow. Once I went to kiss his shaft while working my way around his nuts, and he stopped me saying 'Boy, I told you to lick my balls. I know you want to suck my cock and lick this thick man-meat, but you'll just have to wait.'"

"The 7th game he made 3 balls on the break 2 stripes and one plain. He made 2 more stripes after that. He stepped on the leash that was now dragging on the floor, just as I was taking aim at one of my shots, and I missed. I was mad at him as he laughed and jeered me for missing. I thought I should be able to do the shot over, but he stated a heartening fact, I had lost nearly everything and he had only lost once for 15 seconds. Getting another shot at that ball was of no use. 'Accept it Boy , you're mine for another 13 minutes. So now, this time I was forced to suck and verbally show my obsession to his cock. I remember that it jumped in my hands when I would admit that his is the more powerful cock and mine is feeble. I think he liked hearing how pathetic I had become. Each time I admitted that I was a boy to him and his cock, I accepted my fate and it became harder and harder to fight back or regain any semblance of being a grown proud man instead of an impotent boy. I was shaking as I kissed and adored his cock and balls." 

 "He went on to make three more shots, effectively stopping me from getting any leverage while I made one and again missed the second shot. I now had 15 minutes to serve him and he loved it when I was down on my knees admiring his massive cock. He couldn't take more of my slurps and kisses and he ejaculated on my face, neck and one huge spurt landed on my shirt. 'Boy, that cum belongs in your mouth. Wipe it up and slide your fingers deep into your mouth. Show me, Boy, that you want it all.' I quietly obeyed." 

"To win that game he made a fabulous shot; one that I would have never expected, but since he called it all the way; there was no use complaining. I lost my shirt and now was totally naked. My 17 minutes was split between more cock worship and kisses to his ass and feet. I think it was then that he put leather cuffs around the top of my leg." Showing Mary, I pointed to the spot where the rubbing left a mark on my upper thighs. "They each had a D ring with a double ended snap attached. He had me put my arms to my side, added cuffs to my wrists and then snapped the wrist and thigh cuffs together. He had used them before on me but this time I had my fingers free. Try as hard as I wanted, I could not get enough leverage to break free. The way my hands were, I could hardly tug on the snaps with my fingers or allow one hand to free the other. He used the new opportunity to ridicule me, spank my bottom and play with my erect penis."

"About that time, Ron stopped the games of pool and decided we should check on you. When we arrived in the kitchen, you weren't there. When we looked in the family room, we found you collapsed on the floor next to the couch. He unlocked my wrists so I could assist him to carry you to our bed. I asked what was the matter with you? He told me that when I got up to help you in the kitchen just before desert he dropped two sleeping tablets in your water. You must have passed out sometime while we were in the basement playing pool. He stripped you and he told me to tie your legs spread eagle on the bed."

"I actually helped him secure you. We put a bunch of pillows under your back and ass to lift your crotch off the bed. We tied you so you were sitting up, propped against some other pillows. Then he fondled you a bit. When I objected, he told me to get in there and fuck you. In fact he demanded it. 'Boy, I want to watch you fuck her.' Go on, climb on the bed between her legs and get that little prick inside her. Go on Boy!' I did as he instructed. I was under his influence and in awe of his control. He held onto the leash attached to my balls and yanked on it from time to time as I reluctantly showed him how I fuck you. His ridiculing of my feeble attempts to cum were crushing to my morale yet my cock was rock hard inside you. Yet, you were completely unaware of its presence. 'Boy, she just lays there. Her pussy is open for you and yet you just can't get a rise from her. Your miserable little cock just isn't enough to please her. I'll bet this is how much noise she makes when she is awake too! You just wait till my thick man-sized cock gets inside her, then I will bet she's be squirming and cumin' all over it' Then when I was getting close to shooting my load, he instructed me to blow it on your chest. 'Boy, don't you dare squirt that pathetic little boy dick into her pussy. From now on you shoot off on her and maybe she'll make you lick it off!' I pulled out when I was about to cum and he told me, 'That's it, let me see your little boy dick shoot all over her! Show me how much jizm you have in those balls! Empty it all over her NOW!' The thrill of being told when to cum and how to cum was too much for my psyche. He knew just what to say to make me abide by his training. Ron had stripped off his clothes and was standing naked beside the bed, stroking his hard meat when he abruptly ordered me to, 'Move aside boy and I'll show you how its done!'" 

"I objected. I tried to explain to him, you were my wife and even though I was playing his games, Mary was off limits."

"Ron just laughed – saying, 'Do you admit that you are MY BOY?'"

"'That's not the point here. What I am, or what I am not, does not allow you to have my wife. She's mine!' I firmly explained."

"He wasn't having any of it. 'Mary is your wife. She's yours. You own her, but you just helped me tie her sleeping ass to the bed. You just obeyed me, like the good boy you are; and fucked her as best you can. You are mine, and she is yours, so whatever is yours is actually MINE!'" 

"I disagreed and pulled on his arm to hold him back. He shoved me and then I think I shoved him back. I took a swing at him and he asked if I was man enough to fight over you. I did not want him to have you. So we ended up wrestling on the floor. I had him wrapped up and maybe even beaten but he somehow got a hold of the leash that was attached to my balls and yanked hard on it. The feeling is nausea when someone can yank on a man's balls. I tried to dislodge his grip on the leash but he had it wrapped around his fist and was yanking it hard. After several jerks on the leash, my eyes were watering and my breath was in short gasps. 'Put your arms to your sides or I swear I will pull this leash so hard I will yank those pitiful balls right out of your sack!'" 

"What choice did I have? He really had me by my balls. I let go of him and tried to obey. He scampered to his feet with me still in a pile on the floor. Not letting go of the leash, he snapped one, then the other wrist into the cuffs attached to my legs. I was helpless again. There is something animalistic about one naked male hovering over another who has just been defeated in battle. He was breathing hard, and knew that I had nearly defeated him. I think it caught him off guard. Guess he didn't think I had any fight in me. But he was determined to remove that fight if it took all night. "

"But the punishment was just beginning. That is when he did all this," I said pointing to the black and blue welts on my ass and legs. "Ron dragged me to the spare bedroom where he tied me bent over the cushion chair. He tied the other end of the leash to the back of that chair and snickered when he told me to stay while he left to get some rope from the garage. I had my hands bound and the leash attached to my balls. I could not leave if I wanted to. When he returned, he bound the top of my chest to the back of the chair, allowing my head to dangle over the edge. He tied both ankles to the front legs of the chair keeping my thighs from closing. He then released the leash from where it was tied to the back of the chair, pulled my cock down between my legs and bound it there too. Satisfied that I was not going anywhere – he went back into the room with you. About 10 minutes later, he returned, only this time, he was dressed. 'I am going to break your will to resist me. I am going to teach you to beg for my cock. I am going to make you so submissive and so afraid of me that no matter what I say you'll eagerly jump to obey.'" 

"Ron spanked my ass and upper thighs with his hands for at least a half an hour before ever using anything else on it. Then he switched to a hairbrush and boy did that hurt. I was crying and begging him to stop but he was silent that whole time. His spanking continued in a quiet rhythm, as he just kept hitting me over and over on my naked ass. Occasionally he would lift my head up so he could look into my eyes but he still wouldn't say a word. He reached between the chair and my chest to pinch my nipples but he remained quite frightening as he progressively turned my ass from white to pink to a dark shade of red. I was blubbering and trying uselessly to break free. When he started using his belt on my red ass, he started to punctuate each hit with a statement or order."

"'You will never strike me again!' Ron demanded. With each <WHACK> I whimpered that I would not hit him again."

"'You will never disobey me again!' as he added another blow to my already very sore red ass. I whined that I wouldn't disobey."

"'I am your Master, your Better, your Lord!' he instructed as Ron demonstrated he Dominance with each slash of his belt. I tried to say I was sorry, but I think only gasps and grunts were coming from my lips by this time."

"'I am going to spank you, and degrade you until Mary awakens. That might be hours! But you will know exactly who is boss when I finish.' Ron described what was going to happen. And true to his word, between his belt, your hairbrush, and his hand he put tons of spankings across my butt and inside my legs. Every once in a while, his hand would miss and hit my ball sack which, with my cock pulled back toward my rear, I thought I would die in shock." 

"After a while, I guess another 45 minutes or maybe an hour, he stopped and let me quit crying."

"When I had caught my breath and was only whimpering a little, he explained what he wanted me to do if he released me. 'Boy, I can rape your gorgeous wife, right now, while you are tied up in this room. But that is not what you want, is it?"

"I respectfully answered 'No Sir.'"

"'Raping her while she is tied and you're helpless to stop me is not only bad for her, but it makes you out to be her savior. She will be lying in bed wishing you would come and stop me. Now, I can't have that. We need to show her just who is boss, and who is the Boy. We need to show her what we both already know, that you worship my cock. We need to show her that you are completely obedient to me. We need to show her that you have a little boy cock and make her want my cock inside her instead of yours from now on. We need her to know that as MY BOY you will not help her, but rather do your best to please me.' Ron then started to explain just what he wanted to have happen." 

"'Boy, when she comes to, and is calling your name, I will lead you by your leash to her side. At my command, you will show her my cock and then get it hard. I am sure this will come as a shock to her, but it will be very entertaining to me. Once it's semi-hard we'll compare cocks and show her yours side by side with mine. That will show her just how much you are a boy and I am a man. Then, you will beg me, you hear that, BEG me to fuck your wife. I will fuck her then pull my tool from her dripping wet snatch and you will BEG me to let you lick it clean."   "I know I was cringing at his prophesy. I wanted to cower and break away. I wanted to run, hide, and remove myself from his sight. Could I really do what he was asking? He must have seen the hesitancy behind my eyes or saw me shaking my head no because he went right back to spanking my ass." 

"'Oh, yes. You will do everything exactly as I say and you will love it. She will hate it at first, but once she gets over your affliction to bigger man-sized cocks, I think she'll come to like me too.' Ron punctuated each of his comments with the slashing and stripping of the skin on my ass. 'I'll give you something to think about for a while as I beat you some more!' For the next hour Ron spanked my ass, and laughed at my pleas to stop. He listened to me beg and plead and even promise to obey everything that he had just told me, before he stopped again."

"I was broken. I could not defend you. I could not stop him from fucking you and now, I was going to show you just how weak and pitiful I am by assisting this man fuck my wife. He left me alone for a good while, and with my mind in a haze from the affects of the pain, I think I even drifted off to sleep." 

"I remember him coming to my side later on, and telling me that now is the time for me to be a good boy for Mary. 'Do you understand that you will be obedient, compliant and completely at my command?'" 

"'Yes Sir' I mumbled."

"'Will you tell her what I have done to get you to this point or will you be a good boy and just show her how you love my cock?' Ron teased me."




Sam's Visitor



"I couldn't say I would tell you, I didn't know how to tell you something like that. I didn't know if he would have my hands free. I sure was in no way able to fight back. Just rubbing my butt on the carpet would hurt me, much less attempting to protect your honor. So I answered him 'I will do whatever you say, just don't hurt me and please don't hurt her.'"

"'Oh, boy, I won't hurt her much. She'll feel a real cock in her pussy and like other women I have known, that WILL HURT the first few times, but once she starts to feel its thrusting she'll actually get wet thinking about it.' Ron bragged about his way with women." 

"He unlocked my wrists and untied me from the chair. He left the leash attached to my cock and balls saying 'Never know when I might have to yank on this to get your attention.'" 

"I followed him into our bedroom. I couldn't look you in the eyes. I remember hearing him talk about me being a boy and then knew he wanted me to show his cock to you. I could hear you gasp as I laid my dick against his and showed you the major difference between them both. I know you were cussing at me, and I know how inferior I must look as I dropped to my knees to suck on his cock. I was broken. He had beat me so much, I just doubted I could fight back. That doubt was what he was counting on. As his cock thickened up inside my mouth and he asked me where to put it, I vaguely remember telling him that it should go into your pussy." 

"He aimed his thick circumcised cock at your pussy and then grinned at me when you said he wasn't going to rape you. He must have thought it was so funny to command ME to push his cock into your pussy. Doing that just gave you to him. Watching so close as he plowed his thick cock into you and seeing your lips pull inside with every thrust and back out with every recoil impressed me. I was in a stupor when he shot his load deep within you. I know he told me to clean his cock and I did I remember him pushing a mint or two into my mouth and then thrusting it against your pussy. He knew I loved to lick you with those Altoid mints and he knew you loved to cum to them. Feeling you shudder and try to close your thighs when my slurping brought you to orgasm was the only good thing I had done last night. But knowing how wet you were and seeing how easily his cock slammed back into you when he fucked you again was too much for me." 

Mary had listened to it all. She had been fucked by Ron, and eaten by me. Now she at least knew what happened that night. I knew I had been taken out of the room and those two were left together for some time before Ron eventually left us. She gave me a clue just what had been discussed. Mary reminded me that this all began to make sense. Ron had told her that I wanted to be submissive, and that I enjoyed being told what to do. Worshiping a cock on strong man took the place of not being able to submit to a strong woman. Ron had apparently asked her if I showed any interest in being her slave? She told him that I had approached the subject many times but she was unwilling to be the Dom that I craved. So she asked me point blank, "Do you enjoy being submissive to a man?"

I answered as best that I could. "I thought it would be fun, something inside me stirred when I was being required to obey. But the spankings, and watching him fuck you all turned out too real for me. Willingly giving myself to someone to be their fuck-toy is bad enough, drawing you into the scene just hurt my pride."

Mary asked in a different way "You enjoy worshiping that cock of his?"

"Yes" I sheepishly replied. 

"You don't mind sucking his cum from my pussy?" She injected.

"The feeling of an inferior male, serving a beautiful woman after she has had a huge cock up inside her is just hard to describe. I can't please you by fucking you, and I watched as he did make you cum. That is a fact. He fucked you better than I ever could." I explained.

"You're right. After I got over the shock of seeing you two together, and was no longer being held down and forced to accept his cock, I realized that he does fuck me better than you. He told me so. He said I could have him fuck me as often as I wanted, and you would sit by and be ready to lick us both clean again. He told me that you are not allowed to fuck my pussy anymore, unless he is here to control you. Does that turn you on, knowing that I might agree to such a uncommon plan with my husband and his Masterful lover?"

"Actually it does turn me on. I guess I can't help what excites me." I awkwardly replied. 

"Well, apparently I am not the most dominant of females, but before Ron left, he said he could instruct me in ways to keep you at my feet, or more precisely, at my pussy forever. He is willing to show me just how your brain actually thinks. The one between your legs is obviously in control, and the one that controls your cock and balls, controls you."

I admitted that it always turned me on to be under control of another person. But the real test was that she pulled my towel away from my body to see my rock hard 5" staring back at her.

"Then it's settled. You can be the bread winner, and powerful prosecuting attorney in the business world, but you can be an obedient pussy licking, cock sucking maid to Ron and I in this house or wherever we are together from now on." Mary had a wicked sort of gleam in her eye as the little wheels in her brain were spinning out of control. 

My life will not be the same.

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The End? OR ….. SHOULD THERE BE MORE?