A Gay Man’s Tale

I woke up the next morning in a strange house in a strange bed between two men, neither one, my husband. Both Sam and Clive were still asleep. I moved ever so slight and Sam stirred, placing his muscular arm around me and continued dozing. I looked over at Clive and was spooked to find his ice-blue eyes staring right at me. He smiled. 

“Good morning.”

I whispered, “Good morning......sir.”

He brought his hand to my chest, slowly sliding his fingers between my cleavage as he brought his mouth to my erect nipple and slowly suckled on it. I tensed up, not wanting to disturb Sam. I’ve been through a lot in 2 days and already, my body and mouth has been used for pleasure by so many men including Sam and Clive, I didn’t want to be sexually assaulted again. I prayed that Clive would stop sucking my nipple and let me go to my room to reclaim my body. I laid there, holding my breath while his breathing got heavier and heavier. Sam was roused from his sleep and turned to find his husband suckling on my man tit. His eyes met mine. I saw them overcome with lust and I knew I was going to get raped again.

He brought his hand down to my anus and slid his fingers inside me. His eyes danced as he found my manpussy still heavy with cum from the night before. Clive pulled my left leg and draped it over his waist, widening the exposure of my hairy mancunt. Sam rolled on top of me and mounted me with his huge cock. His dick sank deep inside me, first with small gentle pushes then harder thrusts. I laid there, totally submissive to their sexual desires that I want no part of. Sam continued fucking me, tearing into me, banging my insides with such violence, I tried to stifle my screams. Clive kissed me on the lips, forcing his way into my mouth. They drove themselves back in both of my orifices, assaulting me over and over and over again. I wanted to disappear into the mattress but their constant touching, kissing, fucking has made their presence known that they will always be with me, in me, own me. I am now their property, marked by their cum. 

Sam grunted as he wedged his monstrous cock deep into my ass, and blew his cum inside me, marking me again. Clive backed off so Sam could collapse on top of me, heaving and sighing, his body heavy on top of me. His dick slowly deflated inside me yet remained inside me. He slid off of me, pulling his wet cock out of me with a wet pop. He sat back on his knees and leered at me as his jizz pooled out of me, down my hairy crack. 

“Look at his manpussy, babe. He’s soaked!”, Sam sneered. Clive rubbed my anal lips, spreading them apart, causing more cum to gush out of me. Cum from so many men in the last 24 hours. “I bet he taste delicious.” Sam threw my legs over his broad muscular shoulders and drove his tongue inside my wetness, sucking cum out of me. For a moment, I closed my eyes and imagined my husband eating my manly funk. I brought my hand to the back of his head and thrusted my hairy mancunt hard on his lips. I lifted my legs higher, wanting his face deeper inside my hairy crack. My manpussy opened wider, his tongue in deeper. 

I moaned loudly. Clive shoved Sam out of the way and plunged his hard, curved dick inside me. I was thrashing, willing my cunt to bottom out so he can go all the way inside me. Sam knelt by my face and I took his cock in my mouth. His cock, covered with our fuck juices, was tangy. Once again, two cocks were sliding in and out of me and I gave in to my own desires. I wanted them. Their lusts became my lust. Did they manage to fully break me, made me a total sex slave. I don’t know but for the moment, I wanted release from this misery and be enraptured with my orgasm. I held onto Sam’s cock, forcing his schlong deep in my throat. Clive’s cock pummeled my ass harder and deeper and they both blew their thick, gooey wads inside me. My cum squirted all over the room, spraying the guys, myself and the sheets. 

I was in the throes of love and happiness when a hard slap came across my face, jarring me from my bliss. Sam glowered at me, “How dare you cum without our permission, you fucking whore! Get out of my bed and go to your room. NOW!”

“Sam...”, Clive tried to quiet him. “He hasn’t been trained yet. We need to work on him. Come, Sur SamClive. I’ll walk you to your bedroom.”

I crawled out bed, slipped on my jockstrap and harness and followed nude Clive out of the bedroom in front of his servants. I felt shame and humiliation, their eyes knowing that I was raped by our owners. Their cum dripped out of my manpussy, leaving a sticky trail on the floor. 

As soon as he led me into my bedroom, he turned and slapped me hard across my cheek. “That’s a reminder that you are not to BE pleasured but to pleasure US! HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR?!” 

“Yes, sir.” I said quietly, my head bowed. 

“Good. You need to learn your place in this house. Now go clean up. Breakfast will be waiting for you downstairs and I have a list of things for you to do.”

He left the bedroom and I stood alone, helpless, trapped. I slipped off my jockstrap and harness, my sticky body covered with wet and dried cum and headed to the shower. I climbed into the stall and stood under the running water, feeling the water wash over me. I finally let loose my tears, crying inconsolably, longing for my husband to come get me out of this forsaken madness! My mind wandered to the last time I saw him a few days ago, Sunday in bed, naked, tangled in bed sheets. His body was gorgeous, 6’4”, muscular with a slight belly that still had the criss-cross lines on his defined abs, muscular arms and thick, muscular legs. His face has adorned several fashion and sports magazines. A part-time model, professional football player, he was one of the highest ranked sports players in the NFL. 

“Jake. Sweetheart...”, Marcus cooed at me, tracing his finger around my areola going inward to my fat nipple. His dark brown eyes fringed with thick black lashes stared into my eyes and I melted. 

“Yes...?” I placed my hand on his face, so proud of my husband who received the MVP of the Year award last night at the banquet. His trophy sat on the nightstand where he left it before we tore our clothes off and fucked ourselves endlessly throughout the night until our nuts ran dry and we crashed in each other’s arms, happy and satiated, falling into a deep slumber. “You can’t be thinking of fucking me again, are you? Especially after last night?!”

“Last night was....so wild, so beautiful. Definitely one for the books, babe. No, I was thinking about us taking a vacation next month. To Rio de Janeiro. Got us a private resort on the nude beach where we can bathe our naked bodies in the sun,” his sexy voice teased about the getaway. “We can even fuck on the beach without anyone around. Although it would be hot to put on a show for the audience.” He flashed his sexy, million dollar smile.

I playfully punched him in his hard bicep. “Yeah, you’d like that! Okay, let’s do it! Let’s take a gaycation!” He kissed me happily. I’ll make arrangements and you make breakfast!”

“Actually, breakfast can wait. I want another go at you, babe.” My 8” dick was pulsing, horny for my husband. He smiled, laid on his back. “Hop on.”

I lubed up my hairy anus, straddled his hips and slid down his thick 9.5” cock. My hairy ass pubes rested on this thick bush, his hard cock deep inside me. I gyrated my hips, his dick sliding in and out of me, up and down.

“Oh babe...,” he groaned, placing his large hands around my tight muscular hips. I placed my hands on this thick, beefy chest and continued to slide his beautiful penis in and out of my manhole. I loved controlling my husband’s dick, keeping him hard, stave off his ejaculation. Slow, fast, slow, focused only on his cockhead and frenulum then his entire length. His toes always curled and I love contorting his body by pleasuring him with my ass. 

“OH GOD! PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME!!” He gasped, humping my ass. I smiled at his desperation. His dick rode my ass hard, my anal walls slick with lube and pre-cum gave a nice wet friction on his cock. “OH GOD! OH GOD! I’M CUMMINGGGGGG!” Finally he couldn’t hold himself any longer and blew his thick wad up my ass, cum squirting both in and out of my ass at the same time. He continued to fuck my ass a few more times then he was spent. I crawled off his cock, placed my knees on either side of his head as I leaned forward to clean his juicy cock with my tongue. He pried my hairy ass apart and lapped his cum from my hairy anus, sucking on my anal lips. 

I climbed next to my husband, wrapped our arms around each other in a warm embrace and sighed. “I love you, Marcus.”

“I love you too, babe.”

After what seems like an eternity ago, I was brought back to my prison and turned off the water. The cool air hit my wet body. I shivered as I wrapped my arms around me, wanting my husband’s arms on me. I stood there alone, not wanting to step foot out of the shower until my knight comes to rescue me. 

To be continued...