From Husband to Houseboy Ch. 12

My story and originally published elsewhere. All characters are of legal age/18+.

This story is about dominance, cuckolding, chastity, being a houseboy, and consensual inequality. If that's not what you're into, move on to another story instead of telling me how much you hate the clearly labeled subject matter.

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Our homelife continued like this for a couple of month. It became a comfortable routine: Master Oliver would have a couple of dates per week, which I would set up for him. Sometimes they'd fuck at home; other times in a hotel room, or they didn't always fuck on a first date. Some men liked to humiliate me, though that was never the 'main course', others simply ignored my presence. When men were not quite comfortable with the cuckold dynamic, I made sure to stay out of sight, or even to leave the house. Some men he would see repeatedly, many were just one-night stands.

On nights that he didn't have a date, he'd usually use one or both of my holes -- sometimes roughly, at other times more tender -- and we'd often just cuddle up on the sofa together, of course only after I had done all my chores and gotten his permission to sit on the sofa. Frequently, of course, he'd also have me kneel at his feet and worship them instead. Either way, it is quality time together and I am grateful for it.

I was happy to see him get so much sexual pleasure from so many beautiful men, but I also knew that he was getting somewhat frustrated. While many of the dates were super hot, there was something missing for him. He told me that what he really wanted was somebody he could see move in with us, with the two of them being the main couple, and me being both his submissive partner and slave and houseboy to both of them. He wanted somebody he could love as much as he loved me, not just some good dick. The only thing equal in this relationship would be his love for both of us.

The dynamic he described sounded not only incredibly hot, but also just wonderful and beautiful. I told him I would want nothing more than being the loved houseboy and slave of Him and a man he equally loved. It was difficult to find such a man, however, as most men contacting him through the apps seemed much more interested in a hot night than in such a thruple. However, we continued looking and in the meanwhile he'd be getting good dick if nothing else.

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In the end, it was not one of the dating profiles that would change our whole dynamic for the better. It was when he grabbed some drinks with his colleagues after work that he locked eyes with Felix -- or, to me now: Master Felix. He came home late that night. They had chatted for a long time, ended up making out, but they didn't have sex that night. He told me all about it as I massaged his feet, and then sucked his dick. It was clear to me that he was falling in love.

It was, of course, hardly the first time that I listened to him tell me all about another man. He never keeps anything from me, and I never keep anything from him (though, there's of course not nearly as much exciting news from my life to tell). But, this was different. Usually he tells me about how hot the sex with a date was to make me jealous and to remind me of what I have given up for him -- a regular sex life. He even likes to grant me a rare orgasm while he tells me about a great lay, or he sits on my face and I eat the cum of the guy he's telling me about out of his pussy. But, this was different. He wasn't even telling me about sex, he was telling me about the man -- his eyes, his broad chest, his beautiful smile, their conversation. I felt like I already knew everything about Felix.

As I was sucking his dick, on my knees between his legs, he told me to slow down several times, as he didn't want to cum just yet. He wanted to talk and fantasize about the man he had just met a bit more. Usually our sex is all about Master Oliver, but today it was really all about the man he had met, Felix. As Master Oliver started to talk more about wanting to sleep with him, and about the dick outlines he thinks he spotted, he took a firmer hold of the back of my head and started pumping his dick deep down my throat. I fought hard not to gag and eventually got to swallow a gigantic load.

After he recovered and I caught my breath, he told me to sit on the sofa next to him. He held me close, ran his fingers through my hair, and told me not to worry, he'll always love me more than he could ever imagine loving anyone. But, he wants to love this new man as well. He explained that he had already mentioned me and the nature of our relationship to the new man, and he didn't seem weirded out: "If anything, he was intrigued."

I just couldn't stop smiling; I was so happy for him, and for us!

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I knew it was now my job to set up more dates for them to allow their love to flourish. Their first real date was a restaurant and then a hotel. Master Oliver, however, made sure to bring me home a load. I became familiar with my new Master's cum before I actually met him in person. Master Oliver couldn't stop talking about Felix, and we stopped setting up dates with others.

Their second date was at our home. I prepared a beautiful meal for them, but I stayed out of the way. Master Oliver wanted some more alone time with his new lover before he introduced me. So, I stayed in my storage closet after getting their meal ready. I was so excited, as I chained my collar to the wall. I couldn't stop thinking about my Master being in love, their love starting to develop. I thought about how odd it must seem that I was excited about my husband finding another lover, and working hard to make that possible, but I just smiled knowing that his happiness makes me happy. Plus: with a bit of luck, I'd get another load to eat out of his ass!

I listened to them making love. It all sounded so passionate, so beautiful. I strained in my cage and gushed precum, not having actually cum in weeks. The next morning, Master Oliver couldn't stop talking about his new love, as I made him breakfast and then went under the table to worship his feet. Felix had left late in the night, but Master Oliver told me he is ready to meet me and include me in their relationship. I told him I couldn't be happier for them. He ordered me to switch from his feet to his dick; he told me that Felix was in part excited to meet me because he has an aggressive and sadistic side to him, but "he says he doesn't want to let out that side of him on me, because he loves me. So, I offered you as an outlet for that streak in him. He looks forward to working you over and making you suffer, so that he can just be sweet and loving with me. You'd like that, wouldn't you."

I couldn't answer, because his dick was deep in my throat, but he knew the answer!

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The next date would be the one where Master Oliver introduces me to Master Felix. I would be offered to Master Felix as his new slave and chaste houseboy, to serve him as well as my husband and original Master. I was as excited as Master Oliver had been for his first date. I was finally going to meet the man the love of my life was madly in love with, the man I would serve as my new second Master, the man who would torture and degrade me before he made tender love to my husband. All I truly knew about him was that Master Oliver was in love with him, and that was all that I needed to know.

I was naked and locked meeting Master Felix. I had been instructed to address him only as Master or Sir, and serve him as I would serve Master Oliver. Doing so came natural. Both of my Masters groped me, felt me up, and inspected me.

Master Felix asked me whether I wanted to submit to him.

"I do, Sir."

"Will you do as I say and accept any punishment I want to meet out?"

"Yes, Sir. You are my Master and I will serve you in any way I can. I am just delighted that you make Master Oliver so happy, Sir. It is a privilege to be able to submit to you."

As he pushes two fingers up my hole, which I made sure to clean out before, and twists my nipples with his other hand, he continues: "Your husband tells me that you look forward to suffering for me, is that right."

"That is correct, Sir."

He pulled his fingers out of my ass and presented them to me, I obediently sucked them clean.

"Well then, why don't we test your pain tolerance. Get me a cane and then bend over the kitchen island."

"Yes, Sir."

I knew I was in for some pain, but I was more than happy to suffer for them. If my suffering is to be their foreplay, my pain will make their love making better. It's a price I was excited to pay for them.

From the first stroke, I knew this was somebody who enjoyed making boys suffer. I screamed. He told me to count out loud.

"One, Sir!"

By the fifth stroke I was in tears. Concentrating on the count was getting difficult, but I knew I had to concentrate. Master Oliver doesn't usually focus so much on hurting me, so I was not used to such intense caning.

"Six, Sir!"

By the tenth stroke I was bawling and starting to wonder how much longer I would be able to take this thrashing. Luckily, he stopped at fifteen. I kneeled by his feet and thanked him for the beating. They were both rock-hard and leaking precum like crazy. Clearly, watching me suffer had gotten both of them in the mood.

He lifted me back to my feet, placed a few playful slaps on my sore ass cheeks and told me how well I had taken his thrashing: "We should reward you. Tell you what: why don't you watch us make love. Of course, you don't get to join in, but I bet you'd love to watch."

"Thank you, Sir. I'd love that," I said, tears still running down my cheeks.

They tied me to the chair in the corner of the bedroom, "just so you don't get any ideas about playing with yourself." Of course, I wouldn't be able to do so even if I wanted to, as I haven't been unlocked in weeks.

So, I watched them for hours. Never had I watched such beautiful, passionate, and tender love making. They took great pleasure in teasing me -- Master Oliver moaning about how his cuckold husband never managed to pleasure him like this, Master Felix turning to me and telling me that I'm not a real man if I couldn't make love to my husband like this. They were, of course, both correct. I was just so happy and excited to be allowed to watch them like this. Of course, I was dripping precum and I'd have to clear the stain off that chair tomorrow...

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To be continued...