For those of you who really want to find one, this is how I found my husband. It was through an agency advertised on the internet giving an address in a rather smart part of London and with the slogan 'We find you the man of your dreams'. Being me I was rather shy of taking the plunge. However I'd been doing some serious thinking. Meeting guys in pubs or clubs had achieved nothing except enjoyable, but not to be repeated, one night stands. Gay dating on the internet had been no more successful. At 24 I had a pretty good idea of what I truly wanted and decided this agency might be worth trying. Screwing up courage, I rang, spoke to a guy and arranged an appointment the same evening.
The agency office is above an employment bureau in a tree lined street near Sloane Square. Arriving early I pop into a nearby pub and have two gin and tonics. Feeling braver I ring the entry phone bell.
"Is that Mr Granger?", a male voice asks.
"Yes, Matt Granger."
"Push the door and come up Matt."
At the top of the stairs a good looking guy in his 40's, wearing jeans and a open necked green shirt, grins, shakes hands and ushers me into a small reception office.
"Hi, I'm Doug Trent. Nice to meet you Matt. Why don't you take off your jacket sit here at the desk. But first of all relax. Remember I'm on your side, okay?"
"Okay," I said and sat down at the desk.
"Now I want you to take your time and complete this form. If there's a question you don't want to answer, skip it. I'll see you when you're ready, just tap on my door. Okay?"
I start filling in the form as Doug disappears into his office. Name and address simple. Occupation - student. Height - 5' 6", weight - 120lbs, waist - 27", chest - 38", neck - 14", inside leg - 30", foot size - 7, eye colour - blue, hair colour - blonde, hair length - longish, body type - swimmers, body hair - little, body piercing - none.
Next page and more personal questions. Penis size when erect - 6". Gay or hetro or TS - gay, active or passive - passive, sub or dom - sub, sucking - yes, fucking - no, being fucked - yes, rimming - yes, swallowing cum - yes. Drinking piss - I leave blank. As I do role play, Master or slave, daddies/sons, bondage, body shaving, spanking, caning, whipping, watersports, scat, torture, public exposure naked, public humiliation, drag, sissification, K9 training.
Easier questions follow about what domestic duties I'm willing to do. Cooking - yes, housework - yes, ironing - yes, shopping - yes, gardening - yes, wait on table - yes.
Last page. Describe the man you would like to meet. I start with age 25 to 40. At least 6' tall, well built, muscular, hairy, sexually active and dominant with a large cut cock. Educated and well read, sense of humour, interested in travel and good food.
Last question. Describe how you see yourself in relation to your man - I want to be loved, kissed and cuddled and fucked as his male wife at home and very much controlled and used as he wishes sexually. Outside of home I want to be his compliant companion, doing as I'm told and dressing as he wishes.
I read through my answers and decide there is nothing more to add so tap on Doug's door.
"Come in Matt."
The office is quite large with a window looking out onto the street. Doug sits at a large desk against one wall and swings around on his high backed chair as he indicates for me to sit in comfortable armchair.
"No problems with the questions Matt?"
"Sorry I didn't answer all of them," I say as I hand him the form.
"No problem."
Doug reads the form carefully page by page. I'm feeling a little embarrassed about him reading what I reveal about myself.
"Interesting Matt. I begin to see what you want. Perhaps we can clarify a few points. For instance you'll swallow your man's cum, but not his piss. Some doms expect that you know."
"Well, I've never done it you see. Suppose if I loved a guy I might try."
"Good. And you're not into being a slave?"
"I just want to be what I said, a male wife."
"But doing as your told? Taking orders?"
"Yes. An old fashioned sort of wife I suppose."
"Excellent. A good description I think. Sometimes though a husband might want to spank a naughty wife. How do you feel about that?"
"Yeah, if that's what he wants."
"Would being spanked turn you on?"
It had happened a couple of times with a guy who liked spanking. Why not say so?
"Yes it probably would."
"It's turning me on just talking about it," says Doug laughing. "Something else. Although you haven't said you like drag, we have some guys who want their subs to wear girls panties, suspender belt, stockings, things like that."
"I really want to be a male wife Doug, but if my lover wanted that, okay."
"That's good. A little flexibility helps. Role play like daddies and sons doesn't interest you?"
"Not really. If he was keen on some sort of role play, I'd probably go along."
"Excellent. Something I must ask you Matt in view of your preferences. Have you ever felt the need to change sex. You know, the transexual route?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I have. And I decided being a woman with boobs and no prick is definitely not what I want. I just want to be a male who is treated like a woman."
"Being bought boxes of chocolates and flowers? Having doors opened for you? Being completely shaved from the neck down? Sitting down to pee? Is that you Matt?"
I feel my face going red as I say "yes, that sort of thing.
"What an old fashioned cutie you are Matt."
"Do you think I'm a bit odd Doug?"
"Nothing of the sort. You are expressing your needs. I do have some clients I think of as odd, some very odd, but who am I to judge as long as they're not harming anyone or doing anything unlawful. You've been very honest with yourself and with me. I can think of a number of husbands on my files who will be very interested in you."
"Really," I'm overjoyed.
"But we mustn't rush into things. Being dom types they will want to meet you and decide for themselves whatever I tell them about how wonderful you are. I think a few dates might be the answer so you can look them over. Okay?"
"Sounds good."
"Right, I'll go through my files and give some thought to the matter. I'll ring you a day in advance and give you the meeting place."
Doug rings me the following morning before I leave for lectures.
"His name's Ralf and he'll meet you at 7pm this evening outside Sloane Square station. Don't be late. He'll be carrying a bunch of flowers. Dress smart casual and you'll be okay."
I rushed home after meeting my tutor, shave, shower and apply some after shave. Clean briefs, white shirt, fawn chinos and dark blue jacket. A last minute check in the mirror, flick my blond hair down over my eye and I'm off. Naturally I arrive early with ten minutes to spare. No one waiting with flowers. I wait. A rather ugly middle aged man with a bouquet of pink carnations arrives and stands waiting anxiously. This is definitely not my dream man. Luckily for me he quickly departs with an overblown female blonde in a miniskirt. I wait. At ten past seven a 6' 2" blond hunk wearing jeans and a long sleeved navy blue shirt arrives in a taxi grasping a huge bunch of red roses. He asks the driver to wait, turns and presents me with the roses.
"You are Matt I hope?"
"Yes. Are you Ralf?"
"Who else. Get in the taxi and let's go."
I scramble into the back of the cab clutching my roses while Ralf gives the driver instructions. Immediately he has one arm around my shoulders and his other hand between my legs as he pulls me towards him and kisses me ardently, his tongue deep down my throat. I respond, sucking on his tongue. What the cab driver might be thinking I don't care. Here's a guy taking control and I love it.
The taxi stops. Ralf opens the cab door and helps me out as he might a girlfriend. He pays the driver off, takes me by the arm and escorts me into what I recognis as an exclusive hotel in Park Lane. The head waiter, unworried by our casual dress, guides us to a table in the grill restaurant. He takes my roses and says he'll look after them. I sit opposite Ralf wondering whether he's going to be the love of my life. My husband.
He's certainlt everything I'd asked for. Well over six feet tall, broad shouldered and most handsome with short cropped fair hair and piercing blue eyes. Or are they green? Up to this point we hadn't said more than a few words to each other. Now we sit and looking at each other. My friend Doug has come up trumps.
"Doug thinks you might be suitable as my wife", Ralf speaks at last.
"It's for you to decide Ralf. What do you think?"
"I think you are the cutest little thing I've see for a long time. Very pretty in fact. I can't wait to fuck you. Is that what you want dear?"
"Depends?"
"I've got eight inches waiting. You want more?"
"No, sounds just what I need. But don't you think we need to get to know each other first?"
Ralf smiles, nods and reaches over to touch my hand just as the waiter arrives. I try to pull my hand away, but Ralf grips it hard. The waiter isn't bothered.
"How about a drink sweetheart. G and T?"
I nod.
"Two large g and t's and as far as food goes we'll both have my usual."
"Thank you sir. Enjoy your meal with your cute friend."
"Now little Matt, tell me about your life as a student. I know from Doug Trent what you like and want sexually."
"Really!" I'm astounded he's been given all my private info.
"Dom's privilege Matt. And let me say obeying my orders and being spanked if you don't makes me very hard. Are you hard?"
He lets go of my hand and reaches under the table to take hold of my erect prick.
"Well, well! My wanna be wife has the hots already. Undo your zip and get your cock out."
"You're joking!"
"I never joke when I give orders Mattie."
Is this a test of my obedience? I undo my pants and Ralf grips my prick and starts wanking me as he stares into my eyes a big smile on his face. He's still doing it when the waiter returns with our drinks and I can tell the waiter knows what's going on. He uncoils the linen napkin on the table in front of me, gives me a wink and pushes it down onto my lap. I'm beginning to gasp and Ralf, seeing the signs, let's go of my prick and raises his glass.
"To my new found beautie - Matt."
I clink glasses and with my other hand start trying to zip up.
"No Matt, leave your pants open and your cock out. I haven't finished yet."
Taking huge gulps of the g and t I sit back and just smile at Ralf. He's so handsome and I'm still terribly excited by him touching me.
"Now, what are you studying Mattie?"
"Well er... English and history actually. You work in what Ralf?"
"Property. Selling, developing, you know."
"Oh! Think the guy I bought my studio flat off was a crook."
"Next time come to me. A crook you can trust. May I say dear Mattie your lips and white teeth are so perfect. I imagine you also have an awesomelooking tight pink anus just waiting to be fucked. Several times a day if you were my wife dear. In bed, in the shower and in the kitchen. Anywhere I can get at you in fact."
Pre-cum is leaking out of my prick with his earlier attentions and now all this sexy talk. And it goes on all through the meal with me listening and hardly saying a word. As we drink coffee, his hand takes hold of my rampant prick again and he starts to stroke me.
"Are you coming back to my apartment Mattie? Let me strip you naked and have those rosy lips of yours around my cock? Are you Mattie?"
He lets go of my prick and pulls my hand under the table to rest on his enormous, thick tool sticking out from his jeans.
"This what you need wife to be? Me shooting my seed into you Mattie? What you say?"
Chapter 2
I ring Doug Trent as soon as I'm home. He'd given me his mobile.
"Hi Matt. How did the date go?"
"Okay until I refused to go back to his place."
"You didn't like Ralf?"
"Thought he was my dream when I first met him. So big and handsome."
"But?"
"Well he came on hot in the cab and at the restaurant ordered me take out my prick so he could feel me under the table. It was a bit much Doug. I remember you saying not to go to bed on the first date so I..."
"Chickened out. Not to worry Matt. You have to go with your feelings. I guess Ralf can be overbearing at times. Obviously not the one for you. Never mind, I have someone in mind who might be more gentle. I'll ring you in the morning so keep the evening free."
"Thanks Doug for being so understanding."
Doug is on the phone while I'm still eating my cornflakes.
"His name's Roberto and he'll meet you at 7pm this evening outside Lancaster Gate station. And guess what? He'll be carrying a bunch of flowers. Dress as before smart casual. Okay?"
Again I rush home, shave, shower and splash on a different after shave. Clean briefs, pale blue shirt, fawn chinos and dark blue jacket. Again I arrived early. No one with flowers. So I wait. Lots of tourists pour out of the station making for the local hotels. At seven I notice this tall, casually dressed guy with neatly parted dark hair walking towards me carrying a bunch of red roses. Perhaps this is one of Doug's ideas. He must be in his mid 30's. He stops in front of me and with a small bow presents the roses. Hazel coloured eyes and when he smiles, brilliant white teeth.
"For you Matt. Nice to meet you." A very sexy Italian accent.
We shake hands and with a brotherly arm on my shoulder we strole away from the station and turn into a mews street with an old pub adorned outside with an amazing array of flower baskets overflowing with summer blooms. Inside, Roberto finds us a quiet corner table.
"Please make yourself comfortable Matt. What you drinking. I'm having wine, but you choose."
"May I have a g and t?"
"Of course?"
As he walks to the bar I can't fail to notice his broad shoulders, slim waist and a wonderful looking arse. He soon returns with our drinks and sits next to me on the bench seat. Our thighs touch and I can feel the heat from his body. He clinks my glass and we toast each other.
"As you probably know, Doug has supplied all your details to me so it's only fair I tell you something about myself."
"Only if you want to."
"Why should you not know. First, may I say what a beautiful young man you are. An English rose of rare quality and I would love to have you as my male wife which is, I believe, what you want to be."
"Yes it is. Is that okay?"
"You want to be treated as a man would treat his woman. To be kissed and fondled. To take a cock into your mouth until you are really hot and then fucked. I know Matt. That is what I would want to do with you."
"Sounds good to me."
"Tell me Matt, are you in any way kinky?"
"I was spanked once which I quite liked. That sort of thing?"
"Yes, perhaps other things. You're still young and inexperienced."
"I'm up for anything really, if it's sexy."
"But not too extreme or painful. That's not my scene Matt. Having a boy as my wife who is up for a few more things is more than enough."
For a few minutes we sit looking at each other and sipping our drinks. His thigh pressed against mine, me pressing back, my prick erect and hard inside my briefs. This dark haired, dark eyed, well built guy could be the one.
"You have a choice Matt. There is a very good restaurant nearby or you can come back with me and try my home made pasta?"
Now what would Doug say if I went home with Roberto? The gin has weakened my resolve. I'm tempted and he seems such a gentle giant of a man. Trouble is I'm not keen on pasta!
"Or I do have cured ham and salad? And plenty of wine. What you say Matt?"
"Ham sounds good." What am I letting myself in for? Getting fucked? That also sounds good.
We finish our drinks and leave the pub. Roberto swings his arm around my shoulders, pulls me close and we walk together, me carrying my roses, like hetro sweethearts! His flat is on the top floor of a five storey Victorian house. No lift! I'm out of breath by the time we mount the several flights of carpeted stairs to what originally had probably been the servants quarters in the nineteenth century. No longer anything like the maids' attic. Once inside it is modern Italian chic. White walls, lots of modern pictures and modern furniture. As we walk through the spacious lounge Roberto kicks off his sandals and continues bare footed.
"Come and see my kitchen," Roberto seems eager.
It's large and very modern with windows overlooking gardens far below. Roberto pours two glasses of Chianti. We clink glasses and drink. Roberto pulls me towards him and we have our first kiss. His thick sweet tasting tongue explores my mouth and throat. He pulls my tongue into his mouth and sucks on it gently before resuming our lips to lips kiss. His arms are around me and his hands are squeezing my ass cheeks. I'm his male girlfriend if not yet his wife. We part and drink our wine looking into each other's eyes. I'm staggered this man, this wonderful looking man, is interested in little me. He refills our glasses.
"Please my dear Matt take your wine and make yourself comfortable in my lounge while I prepare things. Take off your jacket and shoes and socks. Look at my pictures, lie on the sofa, whatever you want. It is quite hot so I take off my jacket, shoes and socks. Whether a suggestion or an order, I am happy to oblige. Lying on the soft white leather sofa I look through the coffee table magazines. Inside the cover of one Italian language magazine there is a full page photograph of Roberto. It is not necessary to know the language to realise he must be a designer or architect. Looking at all the pictures of modern interiors he's designed I'm impressed.
"Matt honey, it's ready."
In the kitchen places are laid on either side of a breakfast counter and we sit facing each other as Roberto serves me each delicious course in turn. Thinly sliced avacado, tomatoe and white cheese with a dressing and crisp Italian bread. Followed by sliced Palma ham and salad followed by fresh raspberries and cream. I'll have to improve my cooking skills if I ever cook for Roberto. All through the meal he smiles and chats. Mostly endearing and complimentary comments about me.
"I hope you don't mind me saying, you are such a cute little thing Matt. If I was straight I think you would be my ideal of the beautiful blonde girl I would wish to marry."
"Well, you are beautiful too in my eyes."
"Am I? That is kind of you to say. I've always wanted a boy like you and what you say you want in a husband is so right for me. You may understand as a Roman Catholic, being queer has always been a problem for me. I need someone like you to love, protect and look after. Are you religious Matt?"
"I'm afraid not at all. Does that put you off?"
"A welcome relief. We Italians are born catholics and can never escape our upbringing even though the church rejects queers. I'd love you to meet my mother, she would adore you. Your blond looks and your ever smiling face, how could she not?"
"Do I smile too much?" I knew it was a thing with me.
"Never worry about smiling Matt, it makes you a loveable infant cherub in need of constant kissing and cuddling. Come let us go and do that. We'll have coffee later."
Roberto puts his arm around me and guides me to the sofa in the lounge where he drops down onto the sofa and pulls me into a kiss which goes on and on. I can feel his legs wrapping themselves around me as he starts to unfasten my shirt. He flings it aside, unfastens my trouser belt, unzips me and pushes my pants down with his feet. The same with my briefs. I'm naked in his arms and his hands roam over my body, squeezing my ass, groping my balls and finally gripping my hard prick. His mouth leaves mine as he whispers.
"My little boy's excited I think."
This situation with me totally naked and Roberto still in his clothes is awesome. I feel so vulnerable with this big guy handling me. He spits on his fingers and I feel them between my legs stroking and probing my ass hole. It sends shivers up my spine as I wriggle down to try and trap the fingers.
"Does my wife need fucking, does he?"
"Please, oh please," I gasp.
He suddenly picks me up in his arms and still kissing me, carries me into his bedroom, lays me down gently on the centre of a white bed and spreads my legs and arms wide apart so my naked body is on view. He stands at the end of the bed and strips off.
"Play with yourself, show me that nice cock of yours."
Eager as I am to do so it is still slightly embarrassing to be doing it to order. As Roberto slips off his boxers I gain my first view of his magnificent tool. At least eight inches long and thick with a purple glistening head I can't wait to suck. He hefts it up and down as he comes close. His balls are like a bulls and I think of the spunk churning around waiting to spurt inside me. Kneeling on the bed, Roberto gently lowers his body over mine. Our lips touch at the same time as our pricks begin rubbing against each other. He moves down my body, licking me, sucking and nibbling hard on my nipples, washing my belly button with his tongue, rubbing his face into my crotch and blond pubic hair, licking my prick on all sides, slurping over my swollen glans and eating my flowing pre-cum. My balls are in his mouth and he is gently chewing them. I'm in a sexual frenzy when he lifts my legs up over his shoulders and for I experience the head of his enormous cock nudging into my hole. He draws back and lubes his cock and then my tight puckered anus with one, two, three fingers. I'm squirming and Roberto's gazing into my eyes as he withdraws his fingers and very gradually pushes into me with his cock. Very gentle, stopping if I wince, pushing again when I smile. I can feel myself being filled. A moment of agony and he's sliding into me. I'm his. He withdraws a little and plunges into me. I squeal and clench my teeth for a moment. The pain passes and I watch as he raises himself before lowering himself in an easy motion. I'm his male wife.
"How is that my little cherub?"
"Oh, it's fantastic."
"You like my cock possessing you little one? Making you my wife?"
"Yes, yes. Please fuck me, fuck me Roberto please."
My words seem to act as an incentive and he starts thrusting his cock in and out of my hole at an ever increasing pace. I'm high on sexual submissive excitement and wanking my own prick like mad. With him yelling out several explosive Italian words I fail to understand my husband cums and I can feel his semen gushing into my cunt as I shoot massive spurts all over my chest.
Afterwards we take a shower together and he soaps and washes me all over and cleans out my ass. Slut that I am I stay the night and swallow two more lots of his gorgeous creamy spunk down my throat and two more loads up my arse. What a night!
Chapter 3
Roberto meets me at the restaurant the following evening and presents me with another boquet of roses. He's wearing a cream linen suit with a pink tie looking tanned and just so handsome. At his request I'm wearing only cut off denim shorts and a white tee- shirt. As soon as we are seated together behind a table his hand is on my bare thigh. I can't wait for this wonderful big hunk to get me into his bed again as his wife. He gazes at me.
"You're look so sweet Matt with your blond hair and blue eyes. In those shorts and shirt you could be a girl."
"Whatever you want my dear Roberto,"
"No, I want you to be my little boi."
"Well, I am small compared with you, so why not?"
"I could eat you. You're so delicious."
"I'm all yours Roberto. Eat me, do anything you like with me."
"Anything?"
"Anything that pleases you. Isn't that what a wife is for?"
"What if it's something kinky?"
"My darling Roberto, anything you want."
"Let us eat quickly honey. I can't wait."
In fact we take our time over a perfect meal which Roberto, of course, orders. And the wine. A bottle of white with the starters, a bottle of red with the main course and a half bottle of dessert wine with the ice cream and strawberries. I'm not sure which of us drinks the most, but Roberto refills my glass constantly. I feel on top of the world as we leave the restaurant and a little whoosey too as Roberto supports me with my roses back to his apartment. On the last flight of stairs Roberto removes my shirt and carryies me through his front door, on into his bedroom and drops me onto his bed. I sprawl contentedly. He pulls off my shorts and arranges me as he obviously wants me. Naked and curled up with my knees almost touching my chin and the thumb of my right hand in my mouth. I suck on it, feeling happy and sleepy. Like back in my childhood cot. Roberto kneels on the bed still wearing his clothes and strokes my hair and body. His finger slips into my anus and I moan in sexual pleasure and excitement as he finger fucks me. With all the drink I find my eyes closing and I doze off.
I awake with a start. Roberto is still kneeling over me, but he's now naked and his powerful body leans over me. His cockhead nudges at my mouth. My first instinct is to grab it, but I can't. My wrists are tied to the top corners of the bed and my ankles to the bottom corners. I'm spreadeagled and at his mercy. Then I notice he has a can of shave foam in one hand and a safety razor in the other.
"Hello baby. How are you? Don't be frightened. Bambinos don't have hair do they?"
He sprays foam onto each of my armpits and with the razor shaves away my hair. It feels so sexy to be denuded of my hair. He dries my now smooth pits with a towel and starts spraying the whole of my crotch including my stiff upright prick. Wow! I groan in sexual delight as I feel the razor go to work. My belly and crotch first. Next, pulling my scrotum down, I feel the razor stroking away the hair from my balls. And lastly my prick. Not much hair to shave, but the feeling sends me over the top and I nearly shoot my load. He pulls my foreskin back hard to discourage any ejaculation. Again he dries me and kneels back on his heels surveyed me with a smile.
"Now you're perfect honey baby. I've inspected your pretty tight anus closely while you were asleep and there's no hair to remove. You are perfect my little one. Just one more thing. Let me untie you first."
After rubbing my wrists where the rope had cut into them with my needless struggling I fling me arms around Robertos's shoulders and kiss him fervently on the mouth. He responds with his tongue and his hands exploring my now hairless armpits and crotch. His hands on my hairless balls and prick began to drive me wild. I suck on his tongue and dive down to suck on his, my husband's, hard cock.
"No baby. There's something more first."
He spreadeagles me again and I lay looking up at him, hoping he'll fuck me. Instead he produces a large triangle of soft towelling, grasps my ankles together and lifts me up so he con slip the material under my backside. Letting go of my legs he ties the two side corners of the towel over my stomach. He then pulls the bottom corner up between my legs and fastens it with a large safety pin. I'm in a diaper! Roberto grins in delight, picks me up against his chest and kisses me and murmering in my ear.
"My baby, my baby."
His hand pushes my mouth down to his right nipple. I know what he wants and I suck and suck. He transfers my mouth to his left nipple and I continue sucking and enjoying it. Is this his kink? Whatever! Sucking his well developed tits is wonderful. My husband wants to be my mummy! Odd, but quite sexy I think. It's even better when he pushes my mouth down to his monstrous rock hard cock. He's clearly excited and I go to town licking, slurping and sucking his cockhead down to the back of my throat.
"Not yet honey," he pushes my head away. "I think you may want to pee baby. Am I right?"
Although I'd not thought about it, after all the wine he's absolutely right and I make to get off the bed.
"No, stay where you are baby." He pushes me back on the bed.
He reaches under the bed and holds up what I see is a rubber sheet. Realisation dawns! So that's what he wants. He picks me up and places the rubber sheet under me.
"Now honey, let it go. Show me baby, please."
This is definitely OTT kink! My submissive nature takes over and I obeyed. I start pissing in my nappy. If that's what he wants so be it. I piss and piss. Roberto smiles down at me as I humiliate myself. In fact it's quite a sexy sensation letting myself go and feeling the wetness spread around my crotch. Raising my head I can see the yellow patches on my nappy and the piss on the rubber sheet. I smile up at my kinky husband as I finish squirting the last drop of piss.
"Fuck me Roberto. I've been your good baby, please fuck me."
"You bet honey."
He unfastens the nappy, easily flips me onto my front, pulls me up until I'm on my hands and knees and presses his thick hard cockhead into my wet hole. It goes in, lubricated by my own piss. Now on a high, my husband thrusts in and out of me with energetic vigour. Wow! This I know is what I want and need. A man's cock, hard and long, inside me, fucking me, possessing me. He shouts out Italian words I don't understand. At the same time I feel great bolts of his seed spurting into me, inpregnating me. He relaxes for a moment, Keeps his still hard cock in me, reaches around with his hand, grips my prick and very quickly makes me cum in his hand. He turns me over again, wipes my spunk all over my face and loads it into my mouth before licking it off my face and swirling his tongue into my cum filled mouth, kissing me gently. I can feel our bodies squelching around in my spunk and his piss. Coming down from my sexual high I begin to wonder if this is the sort of kinky husband I want?
Chapter 4
I phone Mr trent in the morning and arrange to meet him at his office after I finish college. I'm in tight blue jeans and a hang out white shirt. Doug listens and with an occasional word or question encourages me to recount every detail of Roberto's kinky tastes.
"I must make a note of all this, but do I gather You didn't enjoy it Matt?"
"Well, I suppose I did, at the time. It was wild really, but I don't think it's for me if you know what I mean?"
"Being his baby you mean?"
"Yeah. I mean, I want to be someone's wife like I told you."
"Yes, I do realise what you want Matt, it's just that some top guys like Roberto want a little more. You'll have to make some allowances for their kinks as they will for yours."
"Yes I do understand Doug, but being a baby in a nappy is a one off for me I think."
"Quite, we'll say no more. I'll find a guy more suitable for Roberto."
"Thanks Doug. I'll wait for your next call."
"No, I might have someone already. Depends on you. What about a guy who will use you as a wife, but wants you to be his boy, his adult boy?"
"You mean he wants to be my daddy?" I'd read about such things.
"Not in this case. He simply wants someone exactly like you. With perhaps a little role play which I think you'd enjoy."
"Roleplay?"
"You know, being a schoolboy or houseboy."
Now I'm very interested. Being treated as a school boy is a long time fantasy and being a houseboy sounds great.
Doug's mobile rings and he puts it to his ear while indicating an apology to me with his hands.
"Well finish your drink and come up Nick. I may have the very guy you want."
Doug pockets the mobile and grins at me. "Well Matt, what about being a school boy or houseboy?"
"Sounds interesting."
"Okay. Go and stand in the corner with your hands on your head."
Hesitating only for a moment, I walk over to the corner and place my hands on my head. I hear the front door bell. Someone, I presume this Nick guy, comes into Doug's office.
"Good to see you Nick. Just sit here at the desk and read all the info on Matt. If he's not what you want, tell me when you come out. Okay?"
"Right, I'll do that Doug." A lovely deep voice with an upper class accent.
I hear the door close as Doug leaves. Except for the rustle of papers as Nick reads my details. After a long silence.
"Turn around boy and come over here."
I turn to see another of Doug's gorgeous apparitions standing at the side of the desk. Nick is well over six feet tall with broad shoulders, slim waist, dark hair, piercing grey eyes in a sun tanned face, thick sensuous lips and so handsome I find myself staring at him in disbelief.
"Hands down at your sides and feet apart."
Feeling stupid that I still have them on my head, I lower my hands and stand with my feet apart. I still can't get over the look of this giant of a man with a large packet revealing itself in his grey business suit.
"Doug was right, You're a very pretty boy. Small and I'd think the exact measurements I requested. My name's Nick, but if you want to be my boy you'll address me as sir."
"Yes Sir," I mumble.
"Speak it out loud boy, do you want to be my boy?"
"Yes Sir, I'd love to be your boy."
"Good. Well, we'll have to see. My boy has to be obedient and obey orders."
"Yes Sir." I could feel my erection at full mast and he must be able to notice it in my jeans.
"Take off your shirt."
Off it comes.
"Come closer."
I step so close my trainers are almost touching his shoes. He places his hands on my bare shoulders and I tremble at his touch. His hands move down my back, pressing firmly, feeling my body. Down to my arse cheeks which he cups and squeezes with his large hands. Now his hans move round to the front, my thighs, my groin and lastly my hard prick. He strokes it through the thin denim.
"An excited little randy boy ready to be inspected I think. Strip naked boy."
My trainers, socks. jeans and slip come off in record time and I stand naked. Looking into his sparkling eyes, seeking his approval. He lifts my arms and runs his hands over my shaven armpits and down to my crotch to feel my shaven balls and prick. He smiles down at me.
"My boy's body is always shaved. Turn around, touch your toes and spread your cheeks with your hands."
I do as ordered. Now he can see my most private orifice. My puckered pink hole.
"Stand up and turn around."
I can feel myself blushing as I await his comments.
"Pull back your foreskin and let me see you play with yourself."
In front of this complete stranger I retract my foreskin and wank my stiff prick. For him to see. At his order. For his amusement or was this all part of his inspection?
"Stop. Bend over the desk."
Again I do as ordered. He spreads my feet further apart with his foot. His hand strokes my naked arse.
"A boy who masturdates needs to be punished."
Without warning he slaps each of my arse cheeks hard. I jump in shock. A pause follows. Then a few minutes of gentle spanking. Each cheek in turn. I can't fail to notice the slaps are gradually becoming more painful. I kick up my legs and whimper.
"Still boy. Take your punishment."
Try as I can I can't control myself. My eyes are watering and tears are running down my cheeks. A 24 year old blubbing like a child!
"Do I hear you crying boy?"
"Yes Sir, I'm sorry."
"No need to be sorry boy. I love to hear my boy weeping and know he's responding to his punishment. You will find that a submissive like you begins to enjoys the pain."
The spanking stops. His hand softly rubs over my tear stained face. A large finger protudes into my mouth. In and out of my mouth. I suck on it.
"Wet it well boy."
Now I slobber over it as ordered. It's withdrawn from my mouth and almost instantly inserted into my puckered anus. Now I'm whimpering in sexual excitement. Nick's finger fucking me.
"I suppose you like this boy?"
"Yes Sir," I gasp as the finger drives me wild and I can feel my hard prick rubbing against the desktop on the verge of cumming.
"Tell me, are you a school boy or a bum boy Matt?"
"Whatever you want sir, whatever... er I'm cumming sir... I'm cumming arrrgh".
I shoot my spunk in several sharp jets between my belly and the desktop.
"Stand up boy."
He's standing at my side with one hand on my shoulder looking, as I am, at the pool of cum on the desk. I'm totally embarrassed.
"Lick it up boy."
He slaps my arse cheek in encouragement and I bend over and use my tongue to clean up the desk, swallowing my own cum as I do so.
"Good boy. Go and stand in the corner with your back to me, hands on your head."
Resisting the temptation to rub my sore backside, I stand in the corner as instructed. I hear Nick opening the office door.
"Why don't you come in Doug? I think you're right. This boy is fine."
"I heard the spanking," says Doug. Just look at that red arse. How did he take it?"
"Did as he was told, cried nicely and, I'm afraid, shot his load over your desk. Don't worry I made him lick it up."
Being discussed like this is making me feel humiliated especially as I am now naked in front of Doug as well as Nick.
"Come here boy," Nick's voice.
I turn and walk towards them. They're both smiling as I stand there naked in front of these two guys.
"Don't you think he looks even cuter with his tear stained face Doug?"
"Yeah, you're right and with his cock still dripping cum."
"Just what I was looking for. Small, nice right sized body, blue eyes and blond. Needs some training I'd guess. But I'm sure he'll fuck good."
I blush even more at their remarks. But if this guy Nick wants me, I reckon I'll be happy and try to be the best male wife or school boy or whatever he wants.
"So what do you think Matt," says Doug. "You think Nick is the sort of husband you've been looking for? To love, honour and obey. Especially obey and get spanked if you don't?"
"Yes, I'm sure he is Doug. He's wonderful. That's if he'll have me?"
Nick opens his arms and I rush into them. He hugs me close. His clothed body against my nakedness makes me feel sexually vulnerable. He lowers his face down to mine and kisses me on the mouth, his tongue searching and I open my mouth to him. My arms are around him, squeezing him tightly.