I got home from work and started taking off my clothes in the foyer. Jeff and I had gotten married two years ago, and for the past year or so we'd been getting really into a more dom/sub relationship. He'd almost always have an outfit waiting by the door for me that I had to change into for the rest of the day as soon as I got home. Sometimes if he was feeling generous, it might be shorts and a T-shirt, but it could also be just a cock ring, chastity cage, or butt plug.
I folded up my day clothes and opened the closet to see what was on the shelf for me: a chastity cage, black jockstrap, and yellow crop top that said FAG! across the front. I slipped them on, then headed to the living room. As I expected, Jeff was in there playing a game on the steam deck. I stood in the doorway until he acknowledged me.
“Oh hey slut! Welcome home!” he got up and came over to kiss me. “Hope work wasn't too bad. Oh hey, you'll need to be a waiter tonight. You know the new guy who moved into Emily and Carson’s old place down the street? I met him today; turns out he's gay, and pretty openly kinky. I invited him over for dinner.”
“Okay, sounds good. Would you like me to make dinner, or order something?” I asked.
“He'll be here in 45 minutes, so just order something. Now go make sure the bedroom is tidy; I want to get back to this fight.”
45 minutes later, the food had arrived and I had just finished getting the table set and everything laid out when the doorbell rang. I uncorked a bottle of wine as I heard the faint voices. I was feeling oddly nervous; Jeff had put me in slutty outfits or nude serving guests before, but it just seemed a bit more intimidating that it was the first time meeting this guy; it had usually been established friends or fuck buddies before.
“Calm down,” I told myself. “Jeff said he's kinky, and you've always wanted to be more of a slut for strangers.” With that, I picked up the wine bottle and stood by the table, ready to serve.
Except when Jeff walked in the with our new neighbor, I nearly dropped the bottle in shock. It wasn't a stranger at all. His dark, curly hair, broad shoulders, and closely trimmed beard were immediately familiar to me.
Tanner Cross. Senior Manager of Marketing at Benson BioTech, i.e. the company where I was an R&D manager. His office was on the same floor as mine, and it was a rare week when I didn't have at least one meeting he was in. He was also a self-important asshole. Fuck.
Tanner was halfway across the room before he noticed me, but when he did he stopped mid sentence to say “Holy shit, Felix?! Wait, hold up. You're the sub fag Jeff was telling me about? Oh my god, this is WILD.”
Jeff looked between us, confused. “Wait,” Jeff said, “You know him? How?”
“We work together.” Tanner replied, before I could pull myself together enough to say anything. “I had no clue he lived in Madisonville, though, let alone four houses from where I was moving to.”
Jeff took that in and considered for a moment, “Well, that's definitely a twist, but as long as it won't get you guys in trouble, I don't think it should change things. He's a free use fag, after all, and if I want anyone to able to use him, that should include coworkers.”
Tanner laughed at that. “All right, I like the sound of that. As long as you're sure you're okay with that.” I opened my mouth to reply, but realized his question was directed at Jeff. No one was concerned about whether I was okay with it.
Jeff nodded. “Of course. Just don't get him or yourself fired. Give him orders like you would any other fag.”
Tanner’s stepped over to me and, without warning, grabbed my crotch and jiggled the chastity cage through the pouch of my jock. Then he smacked my ass and said, “This is going to be a lot of fun. I’m going to enjoy making sure you know your place, and this will make work so much more interesting.”
I opened my mouth to rebut what he said, but before I could reply, he shoved a couple of his fingers in, making me choke and sputter. He laughed and said, “It's easy to make you shut up, but you're going to have to work on that gag reflex. Now pour us some wine, then take off your shirt and the jockstrap and stand next to my chair while we eat.”
“I-” I hesitated, glancing at Jeff. He looked at me expectantly. “I, uh, yes sir.” I poured the wine, stripped as ordered, and stood next to Tanner's chair as he and Jeff started eating and talking. After a couple of minutes, I felt a sharp sting, as Tanner's hand wrapped around my balls and yanked down.
“Hey fag, give me more wine. And then pour yourself a glass.” I winced in pain, but did as he asked, pouring him a glass and then grabbing one from the buffet for myself. As soon as I'd poured my glass, Tanner took it from me, then stood up.
I watched as he opened up his pants and pulled out his cock. Even when soft it was impressively thick. He held my glass up to it, then dipped his cock in and swirled it around in my wine. “Kneel,” he ordered, without even looking at me. I complied, and he pulled his cock out of the wine and smacked it across my face, leaving a splat of red on my cheek. He held the wine up, then spat in it.
“There we go, that should be perfect. Mouth open.” I barely had time to comply before he had forced the glass against my lips and started pouring. I swallowed it as quickly as I could, but there was too much too fast, and some of it spilled, soaking down my chest and splashing on the tile below. I coughed and sputtered as Tanner finished emptying the glass down my throat, making both him and Jeff laugh.
“You weren't kidding about him needing to improve his gag reflex. Looks like he made a mess.” Jeff laughed.
“Yeah fag,” Tanner said to me, “you can't even have some wine without making a mess? Too dumb to drink from a normal glass, I guess. Well, you'll just have to clean it up. Get to it.”
I started to get to my feet to go grab a cloth, but Tanner grabbed my shoulder and forced me back down. “Where the fuck are you going? You have a tongue, don't you? You don't need anything else to clean it up, dumbfuck.”
Under the pressure of Tanner's hand, I knelt to the floor and started licking up the wine, even though I really wasn't thrilled about the idea. A moment later, I felt his shoe pressing against the back of my head, keeping me down. “Make sure you get all of it,” he said above me.
When I'd managed to clean up basically all of it up, Tanner's foot slid to the side, forcing me to turn my head and look up at him. When he could see my face, he spat, adding another mess to the same side of my face that had the splash of wine from his dick. “Looks like you got it all. Now, tell me what you are, and then I'll let you up.”
“Uh, I'm a dumb fag?” I said, unsure what he wanted me to say. Jeff and Tanner both laughed.
“Close,” Tanner replied, “but you're a pathetic dumb fag.”
“I'm a pathetic dumb fag.” I repeated.
Tanner's foot lifted off my head, and I slowly got to my feet. “Yeah, you are. And I'm going to need you to come by office every day and repeat that to me so that you don't forget. Got it?”
I hesitated, but nodded, earning more laughter from Tanner and Jeff. “Good, now go stand in the corner and let us finish dinner. Just don't clean yourself off.”
I complied, and waited for another 20 minutes for them to finish eating. When they finally stood up and headed for the living room, Jeff beckoned me to follow. As they got to the couch, Jeff said “We don't have an ottoman, and I'm sure Tanner's tired after a long day; maybe you can figure out a solution for him.”
I got the picture, and knelt down in front of the couch as Tanner sat down and propped his feet up on my back. Jeff turned on the tv and then sprawled across the couch, laying his head down on Tanner's lap. I don't think he'd ever been so casual with a hookup so quickly.
They talked for a bit, mostly ignoring the TV. I had somewhat zoned out, until I heard Jeff say, “You know, with Felix kneeling like that and in his chastity cage, his balls are really exposed, and my hand is really close.”
I tensed. Jeff liked hitting my balls, but he wasn't usually too hard. But with Tanner here… who knows what he might want to do?
“Yeah, give them a few hits for me,” Tanner nodded. “And fag, you'd better not move out of this position when he does. My legs are comfortable just as they are.”
I barely had time to process that before a double smack smack landed on my balls, shooting a jolt of pain through me and making me wince, but I held still. Another smack. Then another.
Tanner laughed, then said “Come on Jeff, you can do better than that. Here, let me show you.” He adjusted his legs, and then wham a sharp hit across both balls. I let out a small yelp, but kept still. A second hit came, then a third. Then he lifted his legs off of me, and I felt his left had wrap around my balls and start pulling and squeezing at the same time. I winced, trying to keep still while controlling my breathing. The pain was much stronger than any of the smacks Jeff had given me, and even more than Tanner's hits.
I still thought I'd be able to take it without moving, until his other hand reached under my body and hit my already-sore and trapped balls with a solid punch. I instinctively jerked backwards and fell to the side, ending up tangled up on top of Jeff and Tanner's feet. I looked up to see both of them laughing at me.
“Damn, you're going to have to teach me that trick,” Jeff said, grinning down at my balls being cradled in my hands.”
“For sure, man! You should practice it and have your little fag stop by my office at work and give progress updates.” Tanner laughed. “Speaking of Felix the Fag, you moved when you weren't supposed to, so I think you need to apologize and accept a punishment.”
Looking up at them both, I said “Sorry, Tanner. I’ll try to be better for you in the future.”
Tanner laughed and said “Gonna have to do better than that. Kneel down. Hands behind your head. I'm going to kick your balls, and each time I do, I want you to alternate between saying ‘I'm sorry, Tanner’ and ‘I'm not even good at being a fag’ okay?”
I groaned and rolled over, pushing myself up onto my knees and getting my hands in position.
Tanner stepped forward and handed his phone to Jeff. “Oh, and Jeff is going to record the whole thing, so make sure it's loud and clear enough.” Before I really had a chance to process it, the first kick came, sharp and targeted just on my right nut, making the cock cage bounce and jingle. I let out a pained groan, then readjusted and said “I'm sorry, Tanner.”
He looked down at me a blew me a mocking kiss, then immediately kicked again, hitting both this time. “I'm not even good at being a fag.” I moaned. Kick. “I’m sorry.” Kick. “I'm not even good at being a fag.” Kick. “I'm sorry.” Kick. “I'm not even good at being a fag.” Kick “I'm sorry.” Kick. “I'm not even good at being a fag.”
Tanner paused for a minute to let me catch my breath. When I looked back up at him, he had taken his phone back from Jeff and was pointing it at me himself. “Okay little fag Felix, now you're going to ask me to slap you. You don't deserve to be slapped by me, but I'm going to be nice and do it if you ask politely. So go ahead.”
I sighed, but looked up at Tanner's phone as he recorded. “Please Tanner, I want you to slap me. It's the most a faggot like me deserves from someone like you. Please slap me.”
He and Jeff laughed, then Tanner complied, a resounding smack bouncing off my cheek with a sting. “There you go. Now get up.” Tanner said, putting his phone aside. “Hey Jeff, give me the key to his cock cage. I want to see something.”
A moment later, Tanner had unlocked it and was tugging it off. “Alright, get back on your knees, and start playing with yourself. I'm going to keep slapping you until you tell me you're hard. Get going.”
Immediately another smack came, and then another. I started stroking my cock, which was already a semi. By the time his eighth slap had hit, I was already hard. “Okay, I've got a boner.” I said, wincing as the ninth one glanced off my cheek
Tanner grabbed my shoulders and yanked me to my feet, then batted my hand away and looked at my cock. “Wait, that's your boner? Oh my god, really? Wow, it’s like a real cock, but embarrassing and sad” He laughed, then grabbed his camera again and took a picture of it. As he started typing something on his phone, he continued. “I guess it makes sense that a pathetic guy would have a pathetic cock. Honestly I can see why Jeff always needs to have other guys come over to satisfy him. And why he has you lock it up. It's not like it's good for much.”
He wrapped his hand around it, still typing with his other hand. “Honestly, it doesn't even seem like it would be fun to jerk off.” He gave it a couple of strokes before laughing again. “Yeah, that's just nothing. I don't even think you need to put the cage back on. Just have your pathetic little cock out to show that you're a pathetic little fag.”
A moment later, his phone buzzed. He checked the notification, laughed, then typed something short. He turned back to me and pointed the camera at me again. “Actually yeah, I need you to demonstrate your jerk off technique.”
“Are you filming me? Wait, did you send that picture you took to someone?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual and not show my real worry.
“Shut the fuck up. I gave you an order. I didn't tell you to second guess me. So, get stroking.”
I did, as Tanner trained his camera on me, not knowing what he was going to do with the video. He laughed as he watched, then said, “Wow, you look even more pathetic jerking off. I didn't even think that was possible. Okay, you can stop now.”
He typed something else on his phone, then turned back and whispered something to Jeff, making them both look over at me and laugh. I stood there awkwardly with my dick in my hands, not knowing what to do, when I heard my phone buzz.
There was a text from Rob, one of my employees. I opened it with trepidation. “🤣🤣🤣🍆🍆 Duuuuude what the fuck? I have so many questions. So like, what, I guess you just do whatever Tanner wants now? I can't believe you'd just let him slap you and make you jerk off. Also, aren't you embarrassed to have a cock like that? LMAOOOOOO well, that explains why you're always such a pushover. This is going to make work a lot more fun now that I know what you're really like 🤣🤣🤣”
I immediately blushed, before turning to Tanner. “What the hell? You sent that to Rob of all people?! Jesus fucking Christ he's my employee Tanner! That's so out of line! You agreed that you wouldn't do anything that could get either of us fired!”
Tanner just laughed. “Shut the fuck up. Look, first off, Rob isn't going to tell anyone so your job’s safe. Secondly, you don't get to make the rules; you just get to follow them, and you don't get to talk to me like you're my equal. Now Jeff, what do you suggest we do to get the fag to stop whining?”
Jeff got a mischievous grin, and whispered something to Tanner, making him chuckle. “Hahaha, that's perfect! Okay cuck, get on your knees.”
“No, we still need to—” I started to protest, before Jeff cut me off.
“Quit talking and kneel. We shouldn't have to tell you twice. This is getting fucking annoying” Without waiting for a response, he grabbed my hair and pulled me down to my knees, then stood behind me, straddling my legs, still with my hair wrapped in his fist.
“Open” he ordered, as Tanner stepped forward, hard cock pointing straight at me. I barely had time to get my mouth open all the way before he shoved it in, totally filling my mouth.
He kept it there without thrusting, and after a second I heard noises from his phone. I looked up and saw him put it to his ear and start talking. “Hey Rob, it's Tanner!... Hahaha yeah, for real… Glad you thought so too… He really is hahaha… Well, listen, if you don't mind switching on your camera, I've got someone here who'd love to talk to you.”
Jeff took that moment to yank my head forward, forcing Tanner's cock into my throat and making me cough and choke. When I recovered enough to look back up, I was staring into Tanner's phone screen to see Rob's face looking back at me and laughing.
“Hahahaha hi Felix. Wow, so first I found out that you look absolutely ridiculous when you jerk off, and then I find out that you can't even take a real cock without choking. Crazy that you're the one who supposedly gets to tell me what to do at work. At least so far… anyway, Tanner said you had something to talk to me about.”
I glared at Tanner, and tried to pull my mouth off of his cock so I could respond, but Jeff held my head in place and I couldn't get free. Tanner said “Yeah Felix, remember? You were going to tell Rob how much you wanted him to call you a pathetic faggot. Now, don't keep him waiting.”
I could see Rob barely suppressing his laughter as he watched me squirm and glare at Tanner. After a few seconds of not complying, Jeff smacked my face, much harder than Tanner had, and shoved me back against Tanner's pubes, making me choke again. I got the message.
“Ohgay ohgay,” I mumbled, barely able to form words around Tanner's dick. “Wob, I want ooo fo call me a fakok an dell me how pafeick I am.”
“Wow, well, okay, you're the boss. But you're right you are a pathetic little faggot, and you've got a pathetic cock to prove it.”
All three of them laughed, then Tanner turned the phone back to him. “Well, thanks for chatting Rob, any specific requests before you go?”
“Yeah, actually, I do have an idea. Have him start jerking off again.”
Tanner slid his dick out my throat and Jeff pulled my head back, exposing my cock as the camera pointed back at me. I complied and started stroking; my cock was still rock hard.
I looked up at Rob's face in the camera; I could see from the preview that my face was messy and red from the slaps and the face fucking. He looked at me for a moment, grinning. “Hey boss, you know you really should have told me you were such a pathetic fag. But I guess you were too embarrassed by not even being good at that, so I understand. So, I think you should do a couple of things for me. First off, I want you to promise me that I get to lead our monthly one-on-ones from now on, and they'll be in your office with the door closed.”
“Rob, look, I can do a lot, but come on. I've got to be able to at least check in on your projects and give feedback. You can't expect me to agree to just ignoring all of that.”
“Shut the fuck up Felix,” Tanner said, jumping in before Rob could reply. “Guys with cocks like yours don't get to tell men like me, Rob, and Jeff what to do. Just send him a fucking email if you have to. He needs to have time to use you however he wants, and you're a faggot so you need to have time to be used.”
“Ugh fine, whatever. Okay, I agree. What's the second thing?”
“I want you to keep jerking your fag cock while talking about how much better the three of us are. And I want you to keep going until you're about to cum, then ruin your orgasm. Then you're going to lick your cum up off of the floor and stay there naked in your living room, while Tanner goes into your bedroom with your husband and does whatever he wants to do, while I get to watch on here and you just have to listen and imagine.”
“I— that's kind of…” I trailed off, not sure how to respond. The idea was hot, in theory, but fuck did I really want to do all of that with a coworker and my own fucking employee? Before I could figure out what I wanted, Jeff intervened to remind me that what I want didn't matter at all.
My husband grabbed my hair and yanked me to face him while bending down so he was only inches from my face. “Hey slut, didn't you hear him? That wasn't a request. Get to it.” His voice didn't leave any room for question, and even if it had, his fist slamming into my balls a moment later got rid of any ability I had to muster a rebuttal.
Gasping, I tried to regain my composure while the three others laughed at me. I took a deep breath, then started stroking my cock. I looked up into the camera, seeing Rob's face looking back at me. I looked him in the eyes and said “Rob, I'm just a fag and you're so much better than me.”
He gave me a grin and then said “Yeah, I am. That works for now, but at my next one-on-one I expect you to have a list of all the reasons why I'm better than you. Now, go on, be a good little fag and tell the other guys where you rank compared them.”
I turned to Rob and Jeff in turn, telling each of them that I was just a pathetic fag compared to them, and that they both deserved better cocks than the one I had. When I finished, I looked back at Rob.
“Well, don't stop; I didn't give you permission to stop.” He said, with derision. “Keep going around and telling us what you are. And you know what, since it looked like you enjoyed it so much last time, Jeff and Tanner will take turns smacking your nuts after each time you tell one of us what you are.”
I grimaced as Jeff and Tanner grinned and took positions on either side of me, hands poised for their hits. I turned back to Rob and said told him again that I was just a fag and pathetic compared to him, then a jolt of pain shot through me as Tanner's fist made contact. I kept going, round and round, losing count.
Finally, I could feel my orgasm building. I started moaning and ripped my head back. Just as I was about to cum, Jeff and Tanner each grabbed one of my hands and pulled it away from my body, forcing me to ruin my orgasm. Six or seven spurts of cum shot out, making a mess on the living room floor as I shuddered, wishing I could be feeling the pleasure that should have come with it, but also relishing the loss of control and, of course, the humiliation of it all.
“Now lick it up, bitch boy,” Rob's voice came from the phone the moment I stopped cumming, “but don't swallow it all. Look back up at me when you're done.”
Jeff and Tanner released my arms, and I bent forward to comply. The cum tasted acrid, and I hated having to lick something off the floor for the second time in a day. Still, an order was an order. I licked up as much as I could, holding it in my mouth and not particularly enjoying the taste. I looked back up at Rob.
“Great, now I want you to spit it back out, then smear it all over yourself. On your chest, face, hair, cock, all over. Then you're going to just stay there on the floor alone, covered in your own spit and cum since no one else wants them.”
I complied, dropping gobs of spit and cum into my hand and making a mess of myself. Just as I finished, Tanner slammed a kick into my balls, the hardest hit of the night. As I laid doubled over in pain from it, I heard the three of them laughing, then Tanner said, “Okay, you've served your purpose fag. Don't get up until one of us tells you to. But keep your phone nearby in case we need anything from you.”
Then they left, walking down the hall and shutting the door to the bedroom, leaving me alone. After a few minutes, the pain from the kick subsided and I tried to hear what they were doing. I couldn't make out the specifics, but from the moans it sounded like they were enjoying it.
I don't know how long I laid on the floor, feeling the cum start to dry and listening to Tanner cucking me before my phone buzzed. It was a video, sent from Tanner's phone. It was angled down, showing him fucking Josh, while Josh looked into the camera and said to me “This is what a real cock is like, fag. Too bad you'll never make me feel this good. Maybe I should see if more of your coworkers want to prove how much better they are than you.”
The video ended, and I heard laughter from the other room. A few minutes later, I heard more intense moaning, and then quiet. I kept still, expecting them to come back out, but minutes passed and they didn't leave the room. I'd occasionally catch some faint murmuring but nothing more until suddenly my phone buzzed again.
It was a text from Jeff this time. “LMAO Tanner just had me change your name in my phone to ‘My Loser Cuck’ 🤣🤣.” A screenshot showing me the updated contact name was attached.
Before I could respond, another text from Jeff came through. “Oh and go grab a blanket from the hall closet, then go back to the floor. Tanner's staying the night and he wants you to sleep there. He said he doesn't want you to mess up our bed and that you don't deserve the guest bed.”
That was a new low. Jeff had occasionally made me sleep in the guest bedroom or even on the couch, but never on the floor. Fucking Tanner. He was taking things too far, even for me. I was about to respond when I got another text, this time from Tanner.
“Hey cuck, I'd ask how you feel being left to sleep on the cold hard ground, but I honestly don't care at all 🤣 I'm just texting to let you know that we're about to start round two, so make sure you leave us alone. Also, to let you know that Rob had such a good time that he's going to be joining next week, and who knows who else will want to in the future. Sleep well!”
I sighed then got up to grab a blanket and laid back down on the floor, rereading the messages. I didn't know how to respond. As I kept running through scenarios in my head, I could hear them start back in the bedroom. As I was trying to decide what to say, I realized that reading the messages again had made me rock hard.
Looking down at my boner, I decided that I didn't need to respond. Yeah, it was pushing my boundaries, but my pathetic fag cock was showing me just how much I really liked that. I rolled over, curled up under the blanket, and fell asleep on the floor, rock hard and being lulled to sleep by the sounds of my coworker giving my husband the kind of sex I never could.
