Over the next few days my life with Nick seems to settle down into a routine which I kind of enjoy. He fucks me at least three times a day and he allows me to suck his cock while he does a 69 on me. While I swallow his cum he always insists on drooling my cum from his mouth into mine. That's all great and I'm not complaining about doing my duty. The spankings, strappings and caning are something else. Enjoyable for me only up to a certain point. Usually when I start crying. But he loves it and unless I put up with it, I don't think we have a future together. I always go naked in the house unless I'm cooking or waiting on table. Then I wear one of my houseboy aprons. I wear shorts, shirt and tie when I attend college and have to put up with the jokes from fellow students. Only a few comment on the cane marks on my lower thighs. I shrug and say I'm into marshall arts. They can believe me or not. A more knowing tutor congratulates me on my cane marks and my locked neck chain.
One day after swimming and sunbathing I go into the kitchen to check the time. It's only three. I make a ham sandwich, eat it and have a glass of orange juice. What shall I cook for Nick? The phone rings.
"Hello. Mr Walton is not in at the moment. May I take..."
"Listen to my instructions boy. Don't bother with dinner, I've ordered something. You just be showered and clean by six and be wearing one of your bumboy shirts. Understood?"
"Yes Sir. I'll be ready Sir."
"You better be."
He hangs up. Well, that's that. Nothing to do. I decide to try the sunbed in my room. Following the instruction manual I smooth cream over the front of my body and lie down for thirty minutes. Another thirty minutes lying on my stomach even though I can't quite reach to apply cream over all my back. The white band around my waist is not now so pronounced. It only takes two enemas to clean me out and I then shave the whole of my body just in case. After shampooing my hair, I shower.
In one of the drawers I find a hair dryer and use this to brush my blond naturally wavy hair into shape. Looking in the mirror I decide I look pretty good. Totally naked except for my neckchain. With less than one hour to spare I read one of my course books.
At six I'm waiting in the kitchen wearing one of my bumboy shirts. The gate entry phone rings. I look at the screen to see one guy leaning out of his car window and another guy in the seat beside him.
"That you Matt. It's Vincent and Aziz the caterers."
"Okay I'll open up and meet you at the front door."
I press the gate enter button and dash to the front door. Opening it a fraction I see a silver BMW people carrier stopping and the two guys getting out and opening up the rear door. They're both in their twenties and wearing black suits with black bow ties. Vincent is tall, with thick dark wavy hair, clean shaven and quite good looking. Aziz is even taller and slim with black hair, fashionable close trimmed beard and stunningly handsome. They carry several trays each as they walk through the door and head for the kitchen. Coming back they cannot fail to see me in my bumboy shirt as they go back to the car. Both wink at me and come back carrying more trays. Vincent returns, closes the front door and gives me a hug.
"Hi Matt. Been looking forward to meeting you. Come and meet Aziz."
As we walk to the kitchen his hand is under my shirt stroking my ass cheeks. Aziz comes forward and also hugs me very tight and his hands roam everywhere feeling my prick and balls and squeezing my arse cheeks.
"Hope Nick's fucking you plenty Matt 'cause I'm betting that's what you need. Am I right babe?"
"Well er..."
"No need to apologise babe, I can see that's what you need. Show us your cock."
I lift my shirt to reveal my raging hard on.
"Pull you skin back," orders Aziz.
Red faced I do as I'm told and my knob is in full view. Aziz puts his fingers under my balls and tickles me. Laughing, I try to push his hand away, but now Vincent has his fingers tickling my arse hole and I'm wriggling and laughing between them.
"Come on, let's see your cunt Matt," suggests Vincent.
They lift me up onto the kitchen table and raise my legs high. They both grin and touch a finger to my tight rose bud.
"That's just so beautiful don't you think Aziz?"
"Yeah, fantastic and waiting to be opening up well and truly."
"Have we time?" questions Vincent.
"For this boycunt, we make time."
I watch as they both strip off revealing great bodies and huge hard cocks. Aziz lies down on the floor as Vincent helps me off the table and out of my shirt. He spits on his hand and lubricates my hole. I notice Aziz wetting his circumcised cock with spit. Vincent points down at Aziz.
"Sit on it Matt."
I squat across Aziz with my hard prick almost in his face and spreading my cheeks with my hands, I gradually lower myself on to his hard cock. It feels absolutely wonderful and I start bouncing up and down in time to the rise and fall of the cock under me. Aziz takes my prick into his mouth as I feel Vincent urging me forward with his hands. Bent over, I feel Vincent nudging his cock into my ass alongside the other cock. I don't know how I cope, but I do and I'm being fucked by two cocks at once. Wow! This is something! My own prick is ready to burst and I cum as they very quickly climax and pump their combined juices up my arse. They slump over me and I start worrying that Nick might be home any minute.
But it's too late. Nick opens the kitchen door and finds us sprawled on the floor. Aziz and Vincent's cocks are still up me and there's cum everywhere. Nick takes the strap from the back of the door and starts lashing our naked bodies indiscriminately and yelling obscenities at each of us in turn. Aziz tries to escape, but Nick lashes him into a corner. Vincent crawls under the table, but Nick in his rage drags it aside and lashes Vincent into cowering submission. On my knees watching these two big naked guys being strapped unmercifully excites me. My prick is hard, but I know better than to touch it. Nick stops strapping the guys.
"Stand up and face me, both of you." Nick has stopped yelling and speaks quietly. "If I inform your boss of this conduct, you'll be dismissed. Do you want me to do that?"
"No Sir," they both mumble.
"Right, I want you to get cleaned up in the laundry room and get on with your job serving my visitors food when they arrive. As punishment you will perform this duty completely naked... with only your bow ties. Is that acceptable?"
"Yes Sir," both reply, sounding relieved the punishment is not more severe.
"Better get a move on then."
Vincent and Aziz quickly exit into the laundry room. Nick turns on me.
"Are you my wife or a whore?"
"They made..."
"I'm sure they did. Without too much resistance from you I'd imagine. Like sucking off Greg the other day. He told me how much you relished being his white slave. I know you're into obeying orders, but in this house you will obey me, no one else. Understand?"
"Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir."
"I'm not worried about those two fucking you boy. That's what you're for after all. But they should have asked my permission first. Now go and get cleaned up, put on a clean shirt and be ready to open the door when my guests arrive."
Nick turns and stalks out of the kitchen. While I clean out Aziz and Vincent's spunk, then shower and dry my hair, my mind is in a whirl. Nick calls me his wife, but seems happy for others to use me as long as they have his permission. Is this what I wanted? I can't think any more as it's time to be in the hall for when the guests arrive.
A stream of male guests come in the door. Mostly young and wearing smart casual gear. I dash between opening the door and serving them drinks in the lounge. Without exception they all grope me or slap my bottom, presumably I think with Nick's permission. Mr Trent also hugs me and gives me a kiss.
"How's it going Matt with you two?"
"Well," I whisper, "if I'm truthful down hill. I must talk to you soon."
"Sorry to hear this. Come and see me after you finish at college." Doug Trent sounds concerned.
"Tomorrow, is that okay?"
"That's fine. Now just try and enjoy the party. I'll sort it all out Matt."
Feeling very relieved after sharing my worries I go back to serving drinks and getting groped. They're all good looking guys so I don't really mind especially when I saw Nick looking at me, smiling and nodding his approval. When Vincent and Aziz arrived absolutely naked, but for their black bow ties serving trays of food the guests have them to grope too. Like me, they both have stiff erections. I serve Nick a drink and he pulls me down onto his lap, spreads my legs wide, wets his finger in my mouth and commences to finger fuck me. Everyone stops chatting. We're the centre of attention. Some of the guys are rubbing their cocks through their jeans. Suddenly, Nick stands up holding me close beside him.
"Now my friends, let me show you a trick I saw performed this afternoon. Aziz, clear the coffee table and lie down on it on your back."
Aziz does as he's told and lubricates his massive erection with spit from his mouth. He's on show to everyone.
"Okay boy, you know the drill." Nick pushes me forward.
There is no doubt what he means. I sit astride Aziz and he helps me to lower myself onto his cock. He sighs with absolute pleasure. I spot Nick indicating to Vincent to join us. I wince aloud as Vincent's cock pushes into my ass alongside the first one. I've done it before so know it's possible, but not in front of an audience. Aziz pulls me forward and kisses me on the mouth. Vincent passionately sucks on my neck as he starts fucking hard. Voices are urging them on.
"Come on, fuck that boy cunt... give it to the bitch... breed him good."
This time my partners are taking it slower, putting on a show for the guests. And my husband is allowing it! Is this what my life is going to be like? Not love and affection from the man who I thought was so wonderful? I'm high, I realise, on being totally humiliated like this in public. I'm responding eagerly to being fucked by two cocks at once. Perhaps Nick is right about me being a whore not a wife. Someone, I find is Nick, grabs my hair and pulls me away from Aziz. I'm sitting upright on two cocks and tears are pouring down my face. No one notices or cares.
"Come on cry baby, masturbate yourself for my guests. Let then see you obey my orders."
I grab my stiff prick and begin wanking myself, looking around through my tears at these guys enjoying my degradation. Several have dropped their zips or pants and are tossing themselves off. Aziz and Vincent are pushing and grunting, grabbing hold of my body, hurting me. Aziz cums first and I feel him jetting into my rectum, followed a moment later by Vincent who blasts his seed into me. A guy steps forward and shoots his cum into my face. At least two others are unloading their spunk over my body back and front. That's it, I cum with a flood of spunk over Aziz's body and face. Nick grabs me by my hair and looks down into my face.
"Lick his body clean you whore. Feed on your own cum and swallow it. My friends want to see you doing as you're told."
I kneel over Aziz and lick up all my cum. He pushes my off, stands, and pushes me down onto the coffee table. Having both fucked me, he and Vincent now make me suck their cocks clean.
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