Overpowered Men

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“No, I had to pee and I hate standing in it.”

“What?” she exclaimed. “He does that?”

“Yes,” my wife said softly.

“Can I go next?” Keri asked.

“Be my guest,” my wife said stepping to the side.

Keri grabbed my hair and pulled me into her cunt. My reflexes took over.

“Not much of a man, are we, Brice?” she said rhetorically. “We’ve got one like you at home. It’ll be nice to help Mandy develop you properly.”

I was occupied and didn’t answer but I thought about what she said. She had one like me at home? Develop me properly?

When Keri finished she reached down between my legs and captured my nuts. Squeezing them with enough pressure that I didn’t dare resist she dragged me into the bedroom.

“Up on the bed, Bricey-boy,” she demanded, holding firmly to my jewels.

I climbed up and faced the headboard. The pressure on my balls took my breath away. I couldn’t even sputter out a protest.

“Get our bag from downstairs, John,” she ordered.

He ran downstairs and came back with their bag.

“Cuffs his wrists,” she demanded.

He brought out two sets of handcuffs and pinned me to the headboard. She took a rawhide cord, wrapped it around my nuts and tied it to the footboard. Then she began stroking my d**k.

“We’ll have to do something about this,” she said.

I thought that doing something about this meant that she was going to stroke me until I came. I was wrong. She stroked me until I was almost over the edge, then she stopped and squeezed my balls until I almost fainted. I looked back at my wife.

“What…wait…Mandy, tell them to stop,” I finally stammered.

“I don’t know, Brice, I kind of like you like that,” she laughed.

“Mandy!” I pleaded.

She ignored me.

“Keri,” she asked, “what did you mean you have one like him at home?”

“Oh,” she said offhandedly, “we have a slave like him at home who is our toilet, whipping boy and takes care of any other off beat needs that come up.”

“A slave?”

“Yes, just like him.”

“But he isn’t a slave,” my wife protested.

“You’re kidding, right?” she laughed.

“What do you mean?”

“He’s your toilet when you want to use him,” she stated.

“But…but that’s just because…”

“Keri, no real man would let you do that. He’s a slave whether you recognize it or not.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” Keri said, “and you need to take advantage.”

“Huh?”

“Does he eat you?” she asked.

“Uh…yes.”

“Whenever you want?”

“Well…uh, sometimes he wants to f**k instead and…”

“Oh for god’s sake, Mandy, don’t tell me you let this worm f**k you?”

“Uh…”

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed.

“What?” my wife asked.

“You need my help,” Keri said.

“I do?”

“Yes,” Keri said decisively. “Do you whip him?”

“Whip him?”

“Yes.”

“Well…no,” my wife answered meekly.

“Mandy,” Keri said exasperatedly, “are you telling me that you use him as a toilet and you never whip him?”

“I…I didn’t realize…”

“God damn it, Mandy, go and get one of his belts.”

“Huh?”

“f**k it!” Keri said, pulling the belt out of my discarded pants.

“Use this on his ass,” she said, handing the belt to my wife.

“Uh…”

“Now, Mandy!”

My wife hit me with my belt. Everything was moving way too fast and down a path that I knew I wasn’t going to like. I looked back at my wife.

“Mandy,” I protested. “What are you doing?”

“Hit him harder,” Keri demanded.

The second smack really hurt and I screamed. Before I could recover my wife had blistered my ass twice more.

“Mandy!” I screeched. “Stop it right now!”

“Again,” urged Keri and my ass was set afire by my determined wife.

I started crying and then begging and then pleading for her to stop. It seemed to inflame her. I was lost. The cuffs held my hands and the rawhide held my ass up. I had to endure her beating. But then, all of a sudden she stopped.

“My god,” she said, “I…I need…”

I looked around. John and Keri were all over my wife, working her into a frenzy. She had dropped the belt and was in the throes of an orgasm induced by Keri’s fingers. When she collapsed on the floor, Keri pulled a strap-on out of the bag and put it on my wife while she was recovering. I opened my mouth to object and Keri gagged me with her panties. She lubed my ass and positioned my wife behind me.

“Take him, Mandy,” she ordered. “Show him that you are in charge from now on.”

In her s****l need my wife would have done anything. She rammed the eight inch monster up my rear passage and I started a continuous wail. But that only seemed to spur her on. She drove herself to three more orgasms at my expense. Meanwhile John and Keri f****d each other’s brains out right next to me. I was sore but worse I was frustrated.

When the three of them were sated they took the time to undo me from the bed and put me in the closet. I was hogtied and left in the dark, while they went off to the hot tub and had a marathon lovemaking session all night long. All I could do was listen and groan in frustration.

***

In the morning Keri came into the closet and released me. She pulled my face into her p***y and relieved herself.

“You aren’t bad at that,” she said, “but you are going to get much better.”

“Better?” I questioned.

“Brice,” she said, ignoring my confusion. “Fix us breakfast. Make something really nice and do not touch that little worm that you think is a dick.”

“Keri,” I protested, “this has gone far enough…”

She slapped me, grabbed my balls and squeezed.

“Brice,” she said angrily, “your status around here has changed and the sooner you realize that the easier it will be for you. You are a slave now. If you don’t obey you will be punished.”

“What?”

“A slave, Brice,” she said sweetly. “You know, like a servant, sort of. But one who has no pay or status or say in anything that happens to him. Now get downstairs and fix us breakfast.”

“Keri…”

She squeezed harder and I crumpled under the pressure, whining.

“Breakfast now, Brice.”

I went downstairs in a daze. My life seemed to be like a snowball rolling downhill. I fixed them breakfast and waited. My hand strayed to my d**k and it got hard. I thought about Keri’s warning but…I needed this. I dropped to my knees and let my hand work on my d**k. I was so close to getting off when I heard them coming that I couldn’t stop. I spurted out my seed on the kitchen floor just as they came in.

“You little fucker,” Keri screamed grabbing a spatula from the counter and laying it on my ass.

I tried to get up but she grabbed my hair and pushed my face down into my own c*m. The spatula was beating out a tattoo on my butt.

“I hope you enjoyed that, Bricey-boy, because that is the last orgasm you will have for a very long time. Now lick this mess up.”

She captured my balls again and kept my face on the floor. I licked until she was satisfied that I had gotten it all. Then she pushed me under the table.

“As long as you are licking up c*m,” she said, “your wife’s cunt needs to be cleaned up.”

I moved between my wife’s legs when she spread them. I was aghast at the amount of c*m dripping out of her p***y and smeared on her thighs. Looking at the task before me my stomach rebelled. I must have taken too long to start because Keri got mad.

“Lick her clean, you little fucker,” she said, shoving my face into my wife’s snatch. “Then you can do me and then I’m going to whip you for resisting.”

She held my face against my wife’s slit until I had started and then went back to eating and talking. I worked and listened.

“Mandy,” Keri said, “we’ve made a good start on settling Brice in to his new life but I think he could stand some concentrated training.”

“Sure but…I mean are you going to give me some pointers or what?” my wife asked.

“Better than that,” Keri laughed. “I’ll take him home with me for a few weeks and when he comes back you won’t believe the difference.”

“Take him home with you?” my wife said uncertainly.

“Yes, Mandy, but don’t worry. I’ll have John bring our slave over for you to use so you won’t feel neglected and you can get comfortable indulging any twisted desire that comes to you. When I bring Brice back you will be able to do anything you want to him.”

“Anything?” my wife asked greedily.

“Yes.”

“And he won’t complain?” she asked.

“Oh, he might complain,” Keri laughed, “but he’ll be a slave and he will obey or else.”

“Or else?”

“Yes. Do you remember me telling him that was his last orgasm for a long time?” Keri asked.

“Yes.”

“Well, when you see what I have planned for his d**k you will understand.”

“Planned for his d**k?” my wife asked wonderingly.

“Yes,” she laughed evilly. “When I get done with him he will be in constant pain and unable to have any s****l relief at all unless you allow it.”

“I’ll control his orgasms?”

“Yes,” Keri said.

“And he’ll do anything I want?”

“Yes.”

“Anything?”

“Christ, Mandy, what did you have in mind?” Keri asked.

My wife whispered something to Mandy that I didn’t catch.

“Oh my god!” Keri exclaimed. “That’s…oh my, that’s…

“But can I?”

“Yes, Mandy, anything means anything.”

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