Chapter 12: Transition from Husband to Houseboy
The story I'm about to share has been previously published elsewhere. All characters involved are of legal age/18+.
This narrative revolves around themes of dominance, cuckolding, chastity, being a houseboy, and consensual inequality. If these topics don't pique your interest, kindly move on to another story instead of voicing your distaste for the explicitly labeled plot elements.
Our household life stayed the same for several months. It became a familiar routine: Master Oliver had a handful of dates each week, which I arranged for him. In some instances, they'd have sex at home; others in a hotel room, or they didn't always engage in intercourse on the first date. Some men preferred to degrade me, though that wasn't the main component, while others simply disregarded my presence. If a date felt unsettled with the cuckhold dynamic, I ensured to remain hidden or, in some cases, left the residence. A variety of men he saw repeatedly were companions, while others were one-night stands.
Whenever he didn't have a date, he'd typically use one or both of my orifices—either roughly or tenderness would depend on the instance—and we'd often just cuddle on the sofa together afterwards, provided I completed all my tasks and received his approval to sit there. Occasionally, he'd also have me kneel at his feet and worship them instead. In either scenario, it's quality time spent together, and I'm thankful for it.
I was delighted to observe him experience so much sexual enjoyment from a multitude of enticing men, but I also recognized that he was becoming somewhat discontent. While a handful of dates were incredibly erotic, there was something lacking for him. He mentioned that what he genuinely wanted was someone he could co-habit with, serving as the primary couple with me acting as both his submissive lover and houseboy for both of them. He envisioned a situation where there would be equal love for both people, only differing in the sexual roles.
The relationship scenario he described was not only incredibly stimulating, but also a perfect and harmonious equation. I expressed my desire to be the adored houseboy and slave of him and his partner. Unfortunately, finding such an individual was quite challenging, as most men interested in him merely desired a gratifying evening, rather than pursuing this type of arrangement. Nevertheless, we persisted in our search.
In the end, it was not through dating sites that we found the individual who would transform our relationship for the better. It happened when he went out for drinks after work with his coworkers. He arrived home later that night. The two of them engaged in prolonged conversation and ended up kissing, but they didn't have sex that evening. He recounted the entire experience to me as I massaged his feet, then gave him oral. It was obvious that he was developing feelings for the man—now known as Master Felix.
The scenario was similar to past instances where he told me about various dates, but this time, it was significantly different. He wasn't even speaking about the sex, but rather the man himself—his eyes, his muscular frame, his radiant smile, their engaging interaction. I felt as if I already knew every detail about Felix.
As I performed oral sex, kneeling between his legs, he urged me to slow down multiple times, as he didn't want to climax just yet. He yearned to talk about and fantasize about this new man a little more. In most situations, our lovemaking revolved around Master Oliver, but today focused on the new man—Felix. As Master Oliver became more vocal about his desire to sleep with him, and about his suspicions of the size of Felix's penis, he grabbed a firmer grip of his scalp and thrust deeply down my throat. I tried to resist the urge to choke, eventually managing to swallow a copious load.
After he regained his composure and I caught my breath, he demanded I sit next to him on the couch. He embraced me, ran his fingers through my hair, and assured me that his affection for me was, and would always be, far greater than he could ever conceive of loving someone else. However, he yearned to love this new man as well. He disclosed that he had already mentioned me and the specifics of our relationship to the aforementioned gentleman, and Felix appeared to find it intriguing.
I couldn't wipe the smile from my face; I was so excited for him, and for us!
I learned that I now needed to arrange additional dates for them to cultivate their love. Their first "true" date was held at a restaurant and then at a hotel. Master Oliver, though, saw to it that I would be loaded up. I became familiar with my new Master's semen before even meeting him face-to-face. Master Oliver couldn't stop chatting about Felix, and we ceased organizing dates with others.
Our second date was in our own home. I cooked a sumptuous meal for them but kept out of sight. Master Oliver desired more alone time with his new admirer before bringing me into the equation. As I secured my collar to the wall in my storage closet after getting their meal ready, I was filled with eagerness, contemplating how unusual it must be that I was thrilled about my husband discovering another lover and working to facilitate this, yet I only beamed, knowing his happiness equated to mine. Additionally, if luck struck, I would receive another helping of his semen to indulge in orally!
I listened to them engaging in lovemaking. Every word, every murmur seemed so passionate and glorious. I felt pre-cum oozing from my penis, not having had an orgasm in weeks. The next morning, Master Oliver couldn't stop prattling on about his new passion, as I whipped him up a breakfast and then slid under the table to adore his feet. Felix had left fairly late in the night, but Master Oliver stated he was all set to meet me and incorporate me into their connection. I disclosed my inability to be happier for them. Master Oliver directed me to switch from his feet to his erection; he disclosed to me that Felix wanted to let out his harsh, masochistic side with me but "doesn't want to do so to me, as he adores me. So, I'm offering you to him as an avenue for that aspect of his persona. He looks forward to tormenting and demeaning you, so that he can just be tender and loving with me. Isn't that something you'd be into?"
I couldn't respond, for his penis was in my throat, but he was well aware of the response.
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The following date was intended to unite Master Oliver and Master Felix. I was supposed to be offered to Master Felix as his latest obedient servant and chaste houseboy, to serve him alongside my husband and original Master. Similar to Master Oliver's excitement for his first date, I was eager for this one. I was finally going to encounter the person who my life's love was head over heels enamored with, the individual who would torment and degrade me before engaging in gentle lovemaking with my hubby. My only real knowledge about him was that Master Oliver was in adoration with him, and that was all I required.
I stood there naked and subjugated, having been directed to address him as Master or Sir and only serve him as I would serve Master Oliver. Both Masters stroked and examined every surface of my body.
Master Felix inquired whether I'd like to abide by him.
"I do, Sir."
"Are you prepared to receive any discipline I impose?"
"Yes, Sir. You are my Master and I will serve you in every manner I'm able. I'm nothing but grateful that you cause Master Oliver so much joy, Sir. It's a privilege to be permitted to submit to you."
As he pressed two fingers inside my anus, which I had taken the time to cleanse, and twisted my nipples with his other hand, he continued: "Your spouse said that you yearn for dealing with distress for me. Is that right?"
"That's correct, Sir."
He pulled his fingers away from my rectum and handed them to me, and in obedience, I cleaned each one with my mouth.
"Well then, why don't we calculate your discomfort tolerance. Acquire a cane and spread out over the kitchen island."
"Yes, Sir."
I was aware that I was in for some anguish, but I was more than delighted to put up with it. If my agony aided in their enjoyment and heightened their amorous activity, it was a price I was eager to pay for them.
From the first swat, I comprehended that this was an individual who revelled in making boys suffers. I yelled out. "Count out loud," he ordered.
"One, Sir!"
By the sixth whack, I was weeping. Managing to focus on the count became taxing, yet I realized I had to remain focused. Master Oliver typically didn't mete out such harsh canings.
"Six, Sir!"
By the tenth swing, I was sobbing and pondering how much more abuse I could withstand. Thankfully, he stopped at fifteen. I knelt by his feet and thanked him for the whipping. Their penises were both swollen and oozing with lust. Clearly, witnessing my torment had piqued their arousal levels exponentially.
He hoisted me upright, administered a few playful spanks on my aching gluteus and stated, "We ought to reward you. Why don't you observe us make love? Of course, you wouldn't be permitted to join in, but I wager you'd value witnessing."
"Thanks, buddy. I'd enjoy that," I replied, tears still dripping from my face.
They bound me to a chair in the corner of the bedroom, "just so you don't entertain any thoughts of messing around." Obviously, it wouldn't be possible even if I wanted to, as I hadn't been released in weeks.
So, I watched them for hours. I'd never observed such exquisite, loving, and warm lovemaking. They reveled in teasing me - Master Oliver grumbled about how his cheating husband never could satisfy him like this, Master Felix looking at me and stating that I wasn't a real man if I couldn't make love to my husband like this. They were both right, of course. I was simply overjoyed and thrilled to be permitted to observe them in that manner. Of course, I was oozing pre-cum and would need to wipe the stain off that chair the next day...
Continued ...
Read also:
- Kristin, Tasha, and I: Chapter 2
- Chapter 5: The Corruption of Innocence: Part 8
- Katie's New Beginnings: Chapter 11
- Recruiter for Skill: Chapter 7
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