OBEYING MY HUSBAND
For boy for Christmas
Chapter 19
I ought to have known that my happy married life with my Master, Penrose Hugh-Cavendish, would not last. He's so rich and can have the choice of any slave he wants. He simply tells me I'm being sold. I weep like a baby, but it makes no difference. And it's no comfort to me when other slave members of the household say I'd lasted longer than most.
"I've made up my mind," he said as he removes my collar. "You will return to London and report to Mr Trent. I've sent him an excellent report on your training and abilities as a male wife and slave. He'll hand you over to your new Master."
With that he turns on his heel and leaves me standing completely naked in the entrance hall of his mansion. Roxy arrives with a pair of cut-off jeans and a tank top and escorts me to the door where a taxi is waiting.
"Good bye sweetheart", Roxy kisses me on the lips, "you'll be better off away from here."
My head is full of thoughts about my future as I'm driven back to London. At least I know Doug Trent will help me. He's always been a nice guy. I'm dropped off at the door of his office.
It's reassuring to be back in Doug Trent's office and, as always, he's happy to see me.
"You look better than ever Matt, but I think you must realise your status has changed. You're no longer my client, but Penrose's slave wife and up for sale. Do you accept that?"
"Yes, I suppose I do Doug. Or am I now required to call you sir?"
"Just so Matt. And I think that means you should also be naked. OK?"
"Yes Sir."
I take off my t-shirt and shorts without hesitation and stand before Mr Trent quite naked. He looks me over, runs his hands over my chest, belly and shaved crotch. He grips my hard prick and strokes me until I'm on the edge of shooting a load. He recognises my sexy moans and stops. Now he turns me around and runs his hands down my back and over the cheeks of my butt. He's looking at, perhaps admiring, the spanked redness of my bottom and the several blue/black cane marks. He swings me around to face him and immediately presses his lips to mine. His tongue takes possession of my mouth in a long and deep sexual kiss. I respond eagerly and press my naked body against his clothed body feeling the hardness of his cock through the denim of his jeans pressing against my belly. He pulls me back until he's seated and I'm sitting naked on his lap. One hand spreads my legs apart and while I feel the fingers of his other hand exploring the crack of my ass. A finger probes my anus. I'm in heaven as he finger fucks me and continues to kiss me deeply. Wow! What more do I need than this big guy using me? The phone rings. His mouth leaves mine, but his finger still vigorously fucks my cunt.
"Yeah, I've got him Grenville. Don't worry I'll get you at least five hundred... is that OK?.... fine agreed."
Doug drops the phone. He whispers in my ear as his finger fucks me.
"You're worth at least five thousand on the open market boy, but Huch-Cavendish sold you for a quid. One bloody pound! Excellent reports mean nothing if that's all a Master thinks you're worth."
"I'm sorry Sir," I mumble. A 25 year old man sitting stark naked on a Master's lap being finger fucked and sounding like an eleven your old.
Two fingers invade my backside and Mr Trent explores my ass deeper and deeper.
"You like that, don't you boy?"
"Yes Sir," I manage to gasp.
"Don't worry boy, Master Grenville bought you as a favour to Hugh-Cavendish, but he's only a middle man. He won't want you. You're way too old for him. He thinks twenty is too old. I know you look younger, but let's face it you're 25. It's stated on your slave ticket. All I can do is organise a deal, give Granville a profit and find you another Master."
"All I've ever wanted Sir is to be a male wife to a dominant husband."
"Don't I know that? I've found you quite a few and you have failed to appreciate any of them. The next may be your last chance. So don't mess up. Okay?"
My squirming on his lap seems to excite Mr Trent, He continues to finger fucks me with one hand as he makes several phone calls. All sound negative until he invites someone he calls Acton to come around and inspect me.
"Right this might work Matt. Master Acton seems interested in you as part of a two slave deal."
The doorbell rings and Mr Trent picks up the entry phone.
"Is that you boy? You're late. Come on up."
A minute later, the door opens and in steps a young, very handsome, dark haired guy wearing sports shorts and t-shirt. He drops a sports bag and stares in open mouthed amazement at my nakedness.
"Close your mouth and the door boy and come in. What do you think of this slave I'm finger fucking?"
"He's well... he looks good Sir." He leans towards Mr Trent, arm outstretched.
"Hi Mr Trent, I'm Spen. Sorry I'm late. Blame the flight from New York."
Mr Trent ignores Spen's offered handshake.
"Master Trent to you boy. Now strip naked."
"What? Here?"
"Did you come over here to be a slave or not?" Mr Trent snaps.
"Well yes, but..."
"You looking for a caning boy? Strip naked now."
Spen hesitates for only a second before pulling off his shirt, dropping his shorts and briefs and taking them off together with his sneakers. He has a trim body and a hard stiff penis jutting forward.
"Turn around and let me see your butt boy and spread your ass cheeks."
Mr Trent and I both admire the tight pink fuckhole as Spen bends over and reveals his anus. I know from experience how humiliating this can be. Mr Trent finger fucks my hole harder in obvious appreciation.
"Turn around boy. Look at my fingers up Matts ass. Think you'd like that?"
"Wow, it looks wonderful Doug."
Mr Trent removes his fingers from my fuckhole.
"See that gaping fuckhole slave Spen? Bend down and fuck it with your tongue boy."
Spen obeys and enthusiastically applies his mouth and tongue to my by now sloppy hole. This is even better than Mr Trent's fingers and I begin to swoon with sexual excitement. I see Mr Trent's arm rise and then deliver a series of very hards slaps to the boy's backside that make him squeal, but he continues sucking my fuckhole.
"I am not Doug or Mr Trent to you boy, I'm Sir. Stand up and face me."
Spen does as he's told, rubbing his spanked cheeks as he does so.
"I realise having read your slave enlistment form that you are very inexperienced slave Spen and I begin to wonder if you really want to be a slave?"
"Oh I do Sir. I've been fucked and things Sir. And I've read lots of stuff about being a slave and I just know that's what I am and need to be Sir."
"It's one thing reading about being a slave boy, it's quite another thing being one you know. You're not even shaved like this real slave sitting on my lap. Look at him."
Spen looks down at me. Except for being black haired with beautiful green eyes, we are surprisingly similar in height and build. He has a bush of black hair around his crotch and I can see some in his armpits.
"Stand up, turn around and show him your butt Matt," orders Mr Trent.
I turn to show the boy my naked bright red ass marked by the cane.
"That's how you must look boy before I sell you. You understand?"
"Yes Sir. Please Sir. That's what I need."
"You think so? I wonder? You're a matching pair and that's what Master Acton requires. Slave Matt take this boy into my bathroom and shave him as you know he should be shaved. And clean him and yourself out. Then come back here and be quick about it."
Spen, I think, thoroughly enjoys the experience of being shaved and constantly kisses me. He takes and expels three enemas like they were nothing new. I begin to think he's more experienced than Mr Trent thinks. And I have to admit I enjoy the humiliation of cleaning myself out in front of him. We return to Mr Trent's office and he examines us both closely.
"Now, before Master Acton arrives to inspect you both, I need to spank and cane you Spen boy. Bend over my desk and spread your legs. Matt, you hold his arms so he can't move."
Spen obediently bends over the desk and I grasp his arms tightly. He grins up at me while awaiting the first stroke of a heavy belt I can see Mr Trent raising. The grin disappears the instant the belt stings his bare ass and is replaced by a loud scream. Each lash produces a yell and I can see him kicking his legs into the air as I strive to hold him down. By the tenth stroke, tears are rolling down his young face. He simply moans when the last two strike home. He has a short respite as Mr Trent lays aside the belt and picks up a cane.
"Now six strikes of the cane to mark you boy."
I smile down at the boy as I grip his wrists more firmly. I'm excited by the punishment being inflicted and move my hard prick so Spen can take it into his mouth. He immediately sucks on it hard. A comforter he sucks and sucks harder as the first stroke of the cane descends on his naked ass. He bites on me and then opens his mouth to scream and scream louder as each strike of the cane lands on his tender little bottom. At the last stroke I shove my prick back into his mouth and shoot a load of sperm down his throat. He swallows it with enthusiasm. The door entry phone rings.
"You two go and stand facing the wall, feet apart, hands on head."
I hear Mr Trent lift the phone.
"That you Acton... OK come up."
A few moments and I hear the door open.
"How are you Doug. These the two I might be buying?"
"Look them over. You won't be disappointed."
"No, I'll leave that to my two wives. That's who there're for. They'll love those red punished butts."
Wives!? I'm startled. The idea of being owned or used by women does not appeal.
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