A Gay Man’s Tale

I settled in the back seat of the limo, covering my physique with my cape, facing the couple, Sam and Clive on the opposite side, my new owners I should say, as we headed to my new home. I looked out the window to discern my whereabouts but I had no clue of my location. Everything is unfamiliar to me. 

“Sur SamClive,” Sam interrupted, “I take it that you’re still adjusting to your new surroundings. Don’t worry, we’ll help you get settled. You will be well-cared for since we want you to bear our child. Your health and quality of life is vital for the sake of the unborn. Your body must be properly nourished and well-exercised to create a positive, healthy environment for our baby.”

He’s talking to me as if my body and I are 2 separate entities and the end result, a child is theirs. My body is nothing more than a glorified baby making machine. My body is no longer my own to protect, sanctify, or share with my husband during our lovemaking. My body belongs to them to have non consensual sex and carry a baby.

“Why me?”

Clive reached out for his...I looked at his hand and noticed that he and Sam wore matching wedding bands...husband’s hand and smiled. “You don’t know how many months we went over the potentials but you, a graduate of Harvard, successful CEO at Pec2Pec Inc who shot the company from 21 to 3 on the Fortune 500 in 2 years, author of that fantastic book, “Upward Sucess”, loved it, and a celebrity in business circles! Not to mention, you’re gorgeous, beautiful body. Those photos you texted to your partner...”

“Husband. I have a husband.” I felt incensed that they dove into my personal history, got hold of my private photos intended for my husband and now they’re reducing my marital status as a partnership?! I clenched my fists beneath my cape. 

He dismissed it with a wave, as if it’s now in the past. “I mean, those were fucking hot pics, right Sam?!” He playfully nudged his husband. A slight sneer crept across Sam’s face. 

“Yes, they were hot. In fact, Sur SamClive,” with lust in his eyes, “Open your cape to remind us why we chose you.”

I sat still, refusing to move.

“Sur SamClive. You really shouldn’t disobey us if you know what’s good for you. I should warn you that any kind of disobedience, no matter how large or small, will bring you severe and painful consequences. I was told you had your first shock at the doctor’s office, hmmmm? You would think that would give you some idea of what we expect from you. I’ll let this opportunity of defiance end now and let’s try this again. Open. Your. Cape.”

I clenched my jaw and slowly opened my cape, revealing my 6’2 hairy, muscular physique. My hairy chest was thick with muscles with a deep cleavage. My nipples stuck out through my dense fur from either sides. My taut stomach rippled with my seething inner rage. My 21” guns flexed and relaxed with every clench of my fists. My huge legs were spread open to give my large genitals breathing room. 

“Ahhhhhhh, yes. Beautiful.”

I was being ogled with lust by those men. Sam slid his hand down his crotch and rubbed his hard-on. “Come. Worship my dick.”

I sat there momentarily, not wanting to share my body, my mouth, my physical being with him or any man unless it’s my husband. 

He slowly slid the zipper down. “Come now,” he said firmly.

I slid off the seat, crawled across the small floorspace until my face was in his crotch. I reached in and pulled out his humongous fat cock. Pre-cum glistened on his cockhead about the size of a plum. I slowly slid my mouth on his cock and flicked my tongue on the underside of his dick.

“Ahhhhh, that’s it. Oh yeah...” Sam sighed.

I tried to deepthroat him but his cock was too much to handle. My husband’ s cock was a pleasing 9.5” cock so Sam’s cock must be 10” or more! I slid my mouth up and down his cock fast and slow. I felt his cock swell in my mouth so I knew he was about to blow. He brought his hand to the back of my head and face fucked me. A couple more jabs and huge spurts of cum filled my mouth. I suckled his cock for his remaining cum before I released him. 

I looked over and saw Clive stroking his long slightly curved cock, same length as his husband’s but a little thinner. I took him into my mouth and started sucking him. He moaned as I did the same to him. Fast, slow, up, down. His breaths became ragged as he moaned louder. Soon he shot quite a huge load that spilled from the corners of my mouth. I wiped my mouth and went back to my seat.

“Good man, Sur SamClive. We’re gonna get along just fine. We’ll be getting home shortly.”

The two men talked among themselves as if I was no longer there nor needed. Sam said that he needed to get back to work and Clive was going to get me settled in. They were finalizing the plans for a small party this evening, to show off their new surrogate. A new piece of property. Me. 

Just yesterday, I was on top of the world with a great husband, a prestigious career, a beautiful, spacious penthouse in the heart of New York, living a dream. All that is gone and now I’m reduced to a cock-sucking piece of shit to serve their biddings. 

The limo turned into a gated driveway and was buzzed in. A majestic mansion came into view. A couple of men stood at the door waiting to greet us. They too wore leather harnesses but instead of a jockstrap and cape, they wore short leather kilts. One of the men opened the limo door and stood attention as Sam And Clive climbed out. I followed them and looked at the tall, muscular man. “Welcome to your new home, Sur SamClive. May the Cock bless you,” he said staring straight ahead. 

“Blessed be of my manpussy.”

The other man, short, extremely attractive with short brown hair and green eyes, stood at the front door, waiting to usher us inside. “Welcome, Sur SamClive. May the Cock bless you.”

“Blessed of my manpussy,” I repeated, wondering how many more times I have to hear and say this stupid greeting! I walked through the foyer into their home, splendid with fine furnishings and art works. Two more men in kilts greeted us in the living room as we repeated the greetings. 

“Mr Sam, Mr Clive, his room is ready. Once he’s settled, I’ll bring him his lunch. We’re also prepping for the party.”

“Thank you, Toby.” He turned to Clive, “I’ll see you this evening.” He turned and left.

“Come, Sur SamClive. Let me show you to your room,” Clive led the way. I followed him up the stairs to the third floor and showed me into a barren, white room with a small desk, a chair and a bed. To my left was a small bathroom with a toilet and a bathtub. To my right was a small closet complete with 2 gray capes, a few pairs of jockstraps and socks. That was it. From all that I once had to this. I was awash with despair. 

“Take your cape off and get settled. Take a nap if you want. I’ll have Toby bring up your lunch in an hour. At 5, I’ll bring you to our personal gym where you are to work on your physique. We expect you to workout 5 days a week with 2 days rest. Our masseuse will give you a rub down.  We have a full staff that will tend to your needs. Are there any questions?”

“Um, no sir.”

“Take off your cape and boots. I need to check your manpussy.” He went to my bathroom to get a bottle of lube. “Get on the bed and spread your legs.” I laid on my back and spread my legs, revealing my hairy manpussy. He slathered the lube on my anal lips before sliding his fingers inside me. “That feels very nice and moist. I gotta feel that hot cunt. Keep it open while I get undressed.”

He took off his clothes and I was astonished that his body was beautifully built. His pecs were smooth and full. His large pink nipples were erect like thick rubber pencil erasers. His dark blond bush framed his handsome curved cock and low hanging balls. He climbed into bed, pushed my legs apart and slid his cock inside me. I felt his dick continue its deep invasion inside my body. I so wanted to kick him off of me but I could do nothing. I felt a huge sense of betrayal against my husband by letting someone take new ownership of my body. 

He looked deep in my eyes and said that as his first surrogate, he loved my “virgin” manpussy. He thrusted himself into me, deeper and harder. I brought my arms up to his neck and drew him toward me for a full-on kiss. If I’m going to find my way out of this, I’m going to give him my body willingly so I can gain his trust and mercy. He pounded me harder and harder, banging my insides with force. I spread my legs further out to let him sink deeper inside me. He grated his pubes against my ass pubes and continued his assault on my manpussy. My thick anal lips clung to his pistoling cock, lube frothing at my hole. Soon his thrusts became faster and deeper as he threw back his head, thick veins popping out of his muscular neck. He bellowed expletives and he dug inside me hard and deep. His cock swelled as he plugged in loads after loads inside me. He collapsed on top of me and laid there, his softening cock slowly slip out of my soiled, wet manpussy. Cum ran out of my ass into the mattress below. He got up and got dressed. He reminded me that lunch will be on its way. He kissed me on the lips and left the room. 

I sat up on my bed, looked out my window, and stared off into space. I felt low and unworthy. I traded my marriage, my body for a chance at freedom but it was a big price to pay. But if there’s only one way out, I’ll have to use my body as much I can. 

To be continued...