From Husband to Houseboy: Chapter 13
My tale was first published elsewhere. It's crucial to note that all the characters are at least 18 years old.
This narrative revolves around dominance, cuckolding, chastity, enslavement, and consensual inequalities. If you're not interested, please find a different story instead of criticizing the explicit content.
This is the finale chapter of the 'From Husband to Houseboy' story, where everything comes together.
The evening after they had first spent time together, Master Felix grabbed me against the kitchen counter just as I prepared breakfast and was about to head out for work. Master Oliver had previously left. He instructed me to strip and ordered an examination of my cage. Pleasingly, he determined that I wouldn't be touching myself at work. He fetched a small plug and directed me to moisten it by licking. He unashamedly stated that he would be moving in. Then, he informed me that both Master Oliver and himself would be my masters now and I should follow their instructions.
"Yes," I said with no hesitation.
He commanded me to turn around and bend over. His moving in entails several changes: he'll require the storage room for his belongings, but there might be room for me in the laundry room. He inserts the plug quite roughly; I groan. It's not the largest size, but I assume he'll expect me to wear it at work. He candidly discloses that he possesses a sadistic streak and expects me to endure his behaviors. "I wouldn't want to replace you with one of the several masochistic boys out there seeking to take your place. After all, Master Oliver values you greatly. I'd never intend to disrupt their relationship. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," I replied as I halted my oral pleasures on his cock. He shoved his thick head back into my mouth as he patted my head.
"Good boy," he said while moaning and appearing to be reaching orgasm. He vigorously thrust in and out of my throat, resulting in a flood of his seed.
Following his climax, he declared: "This will be intense, and there will be moments when you question your capacity to endure the pain. However, don't fret, I'm confident that a docile pet boy like you will adore it! Though you might no longer serve as a sexual partner for your husband, you'll remain a dependable cuck, slave, and houseboy, an outlet for my more malicious tendencies. Additionally, your discomfort allows me to better express affection towards him. Your suffering allows me to be a better partner for him."
During my commute to work, I considered how the dynamics of my connection had drastically shifted. I was of course aware that this change was imminent, but the reality had never felt more tangible or permanent. This no longer appears to be simply an intensive roleplay. I now face the true essence of the situation! There's some fear, but overall, I'm eager to fully embrace this new endeavor and further deepen my submission. Mostly, I'm simply ecstatic that Masters Oliver and Felix have opted to integrate me into their lives and bring our bond to a new level. Nonetheless, I do realize that wearing a plug to work could be a considerable adjustment.
When I returned home from work, my few remaining personal belongings had been moved out of the storage room, and a small cot had been placed in the laundry room. My former living space in the storage room felt lavish and comfortable in comparison. Master Felix had been waiting for me, as Master Oliver hadn't arrived from work. I knew what to do -- or so I thought. I removed my clothes and knelt by his feet, pleading for permission to worship his feet. He refused, stating that I was yet to prove myself worthy of such an honor. Instead, he assigned tasks that I had not yet accomplished.
"I promised I'd begin straight away, Sir," and I got going. Periodically, he'd shout for me to supply him with refreshments or munchies, then discarded me to resume my duties. I worked diligently, and around a half hour prior to Master Oliver arriving home, he paid me a visit to review my progress. He uncovered multiple flaws and grabbed his belt to serve me multiple lashes for every fault - a speck of dust on this surface, a fleck on that cup. By the time he inspected the entire area, my rear was flaming red and I was close to crying, on the verge of expressing remorse without letting go of the tears. He informed me that I had adequate time to remedy those errors before Master Oliver arrives, "so get back at it, lad!"
"Yes, Sir!" I hastened to rectify all my mistakes. It was obvious that Master Felix would be a stricter and more hands-on master than my previous husband. However, of course it was true that Master Oliver would occasionally perceive insufficiencies within me and chose to undermine me for entertainment, but this was different. The purpose of the punishment was not for his amusement but rather to ensure everything was flawless. I assumed the punishment was for the sake of improvement and not whim.
I managed to complete my tasks by the moment Master Oliver returned home, and I greeted him upon his arrival, taking his coat and his shoes. He brushed me on the head, but otherwise hardly engaged with me. That day he arrived for their first confrontation with their new male mate, Master Felix. It was the first time my hubby returned home to meet his new lover. I offered them refreshments and then knelt as they conversed about their days, with Master Felix taking advantage of my back as a footrest while Master Oliver placed my feet in front of my face and allowed me to worship them, which I eagerly complied. He noted my fiery rump and my moist eyes.
"What happened to him?"
"I assessed his responsibilities and there were various oversights."
"So you whipped him?"
"Obviously. Boys like this need a bit of discipline to reach their true potential. I reckon in a couple of weeks with my control he'll develop into a far more outstanding houseboy."
"Are you saying I've been too generous with him?"
"It appears we each have a distinct notion of what designates an excellent cuckold houseboy."
"I guess I've always believed he aimed for his finest and had never really questioned whether he could do better."
Master Oliver disengaged his lower appendages from me and posed: "Are you anticipating being tutored into a more accomplished houseboy, lad?"
"Absolutely, Sir!"
"You realize it's going to be a rigorous training that will be painful, correct, boy?" Master Felix joined in.
"Yes, Sir. Anything for the privilege of being the top slave boy for both of you, Sirs."
"Good boy," Master Oliver asserted as he rewarded me with the opportunity to worship his work-weighed, most pungent feet.
Soon after, they retired to their chamber and I initiated the dinner preparation. I exaggeratedly cooked them a stunning dinner, listening to their passionate lovemaking, and I hoped for an invitation to assist them in cleaning up. In the end, I gratefully consumed their cum, then served them their dinner. I was unsure if I'd be permitted to dine with them. However, they didn't, and I eradicated the remnants of the meal before indulging in my own repast. Ultimately, they settled in front of the television, and I swiftly completed my obligations.
My initial afternoon in the laundry room was quite acceptable. While it was a tad cramped, it was more than satisfactory for my needs. When I awoke, I recognized that Master Felix had given me a generous account of chores for the day. It was evident that he intended for me to surpass my earlier workload. This assignment triggered a conflict, however: how could I simultaneously handle these intense responsibilities while concurrently maintaining my regular work?
I called in sick and impressed myself with trying to accomplish these chores. When Master Felix came home initially, he made a similar scan as before. He congratulated me, mentioning I was improving in attentiveness, but still identified several appropriate punishments. He applied a leather paddle to my back, rear, and keeper, creating me to weep and plead, stating it was no longer retribution: "No, my love, you've positively excelled. No, this is simply as I enjoy it."
"Thank you, Sir. It's an honor to offer this pleasure."
When Master Oliver homebound, they quickly retreated to the bed and their affection appeared even more heated and fervent than previously. I acknowledged that inflicting harm contributed to his aroused condition and boosted their sexual interplay. My anguish acquired value in improving their romantic experiences. I savoured enduring for their fervent lovemaking!
Following dinner, I provided my guests with drinks, and served as a footrest as they conversed about how to organize our new household. I was frequently asked for my opinion, but it was evident that they would only accept whatever they proposed. When Master Felix suggested that I leave my job to devote myself entirely to serving them, I felt no surprise or hesitation. Just a week ago, I would have recoiled at the idea, but now it felt perfect.
personally always desired to devote my life to enhancing Master Oliver's existence, and now that involvement entails serving Master Felix as well. Deep down, I was simply attracted to pleasing dominant males. I think Master Felix recognized this when we first encountered, and scheduled my life's trajectory so abruptly, thus reconfiguring our family into an unshakable hierarchy of servitude.
I departed the next day and committed to my new role as a full-time cuckold slave and houseboy. I teared up with joy as I sent that fateful email.
OUR NEW SCHEDULE
Consequently, our routine swiftly aligned with the scenario I described in the introductory chapter. While the majority of our sexual activities entailed Master Felix and Master Oliver, Master Oliver also still possesses his dominance urges and periodically compels me to kneel and engorge his throat or bend over the kitchen counter. Master Felix utilizes me frequently to release his aggressive impulses, but more often to prepare him for his primary partner. After he has discharged his sadistic urges onto me, he can be sweet and tender toward Master Oliver. When I am in agony and question whether I can endure its extent, I simply contemplate that my discomfort is what contributes to their tranquil loving moments - pain alleviates their sex life - and I suddenly feel invincible.
Though our triad habitation only occasionally involves sharing sexual escape, one uncommon night, Master Felix desired to witness me perform cunnilingus on Master Oliver. Master Oliver reveled in the prospect but I immediately panicked. How could I fuck my Master? I doubted my ability to satisfy him in that manner, and my erection would certainly be inadequate. It was already challenging before I was locked in chastity, yet now I assumed that success would be unattainable. Attempting to dominate him felt excessively humiliating. Watching myreddened face, they chuckled and Master Felix declared, "Not with your puny, worthless dick, boy. Of course not! Therefore, with this!" He brandished a strap-on.
The notion of blending physical union while my confined penis remained chastely in place intimidated me and degraded me, yet it was less horrifying than the terrifying prospect of ineptly attempting to fulfill my Master's sexual desires. Master Felix fastened the strap-on onto me as Master Oliver sat on my face and demanded that I lick and lick his penis. He asserted that he had been deprived of my talents for far too long and groaned with glee. I was incredibly pleased with my accomplishment and overwhelmed with elation. Despite the demeaning nature of the arrangement, it had become the most intimate encounter with my spouse, the master of my world, in ages. Unsurprisingly, they cultivated a close connection during the period when Master Felix came into our home.
Master Felix lubricated my artificial penis and positioned Master Oliver on all fours, informing him how badly he wanted me to sexually penetrate him for the very first time. To my amazement, I became aroused and engaged in the act. Despite it not being my authentic penis, I thoroughly enjoyed penetrating my Master and hearing his moans and entreaties. Simultaneously, Master Felix stimulated me with his hand and whispered that I was merely a sex object and real men have functional penises, underscoring the humiliation of my condition. He inquired about the last occasion I copulated with my husband and when I orgasmed. To my embarrassment, I did not reminisce about my oragasms.
I had grown so accustomed to ignoring my own enjoyment that I could no longer recall when I last ejaculated. The entire scene elicited such a potent aura of degradation that I anticipated orgasm imminently. Requesting Master Felix's permission to climax, he quipped, "Fucking your Master with a strap on because you're not man enough to use your actual penis, and enduring the ridicule of the individual your husband satisfies each day, getting fingered by the same man, all while being ridiculed - is this what you wish to climax to?"
"Yes, Sir! Please!!"
"Alright, go ahead and release your insignificant emission like the pathetic good boy you are."
Submitted to intense humiliation and receiving a superior prostate massage, I let out a massive load, not quite sure if I've ever unleashed anything similar. While pushing through and achieving cumming, Master Oliver too gave in. With both of us drained and worn out, Master Felix offered his solid erection, which I faithfully began to embrace. His degrading comments only slightly held us back, and before long, he emptied his balls into me as well.
We all found ourselves back on the bed, recovering. In the midst of us, I was positioned in the middle, while they comfortably held me and complimented me on participating in their sex adventures. Master Felix mentioned how my newly developed ability to orgasm could potentially reduce the frequency with which I will be unlocked, save for cleaning purposes. Master Oliver also agreed. I didn't know if they were joking or telling the truth, but I didn't particularly care. In fact, I merely echoed their thoughts, given my contentment with being in this state.
Instruction: They let me off from my duties for the night. We then ordered food and watched television together. I started out positioned between their legs, but they eventually invited me onto the sofa with them. We enjoyed cuddling, hanging out and just taking it easy - a marker of our harmonious life with its daily chores, pain, and submissive behavior on my part, coupled with mutual love and affection.
This, my readers, is what our kinky, but beautiful life looks like!
