1. From Husband to Houseboy Ch. 09


    Date: 8/29/2024, Categories: Gay Male, Author: byembracingmyperversion, Source: Literotica 

    ... Pretty soon, we had an empty storage room with nothing but a single mattress.

When Master Oliver arrived, he inspected it and praised the fact that I was getting rid of pretty much everything. There was nothing in the room: no pictures, no night stand, no soft lighting. Only a mattress, a pillow, and one single light bulb. He said it was perfect and I couldn't but agree. After all, the only time I'd spend here is sleeping. Any time I'm not sleeping, I should be either at work or serving my Master.

"Just one more thing."

He took a stud finder and found the stud closest to where my head would rest. He told me to put a bolt there: "In case I need to give you a time out, I can chain your collar to that."

***

It was getting late and I had been spending all my time on getting my new sleeping arrangements in order. As a result, I was hopelessly behind on getting dinner ready. However, Master Oliver said it didn't matter. He wanted to reward me for having been such a good boy, and he'd take me out for dinner. At the restaurant, he ordered for me. The waiter looked quizzically, maybe even a little weirded out by the obvious inequality in our dynamic. I was allowed one glass of wine, but nothing more, and no dessert. He, of course, did have dessert.

After dinner, we went to a club. He got me some water and a whiskey, neat, for himself. Pretty soon he was flirting with some pretty, young guy. I could see from his bulge that he was hung, and I could only stand by and ...
    ... watch. The guy asked about me.

"Oh, don't worry about him. He's just my husband."

"Wait... What?!"

"Don't worry, he's my locked cuckold husband. He's OK with me being a slut and sleeping with other men."

The boy looked me over, first seemingly with puzzlement, then with amusement.

"When you say 'locked' does that mean what I think it means?"

"Absolutely. Show him, babe!"

"Here, Sir?"

The boy was amused that I called my husband Sir.

"Of course, boy. Don't worry, this is a club where they won't mind."

I felt humiliated, degraded. I tried not to look the boy in the eyes as I opened my zipper and pulled my pants down, revealing my smoothly shaven crotch with a small, secure cage as centre piece. He burst out laughing: "Well! I guess this submissive bitch boy is no threat to me."

"That's right, Sir. I am not."

They made out some more and my husband kept feeling up the boy's big bulge. Occasionally, he'd turn to me and tell me that this is a real dick, "Don't you think that that's what I deserve, boy?"

"I do, Sir. I am so happy for you, and I am sorry that I've never been able to give you that."

Eventually, the boy dragged him to the dark room in the back. I didn't quite know what to do. Should I follow? It's not like I would be able to watch in the dark room. Should I go home or wait in the car? It felt so real. So far, I had only known about his adventures afterwards, now it was happening right in front of my eyes. It felt so humiliating ...
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