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This is the final chapter of the Husband to Houseboy story. It's a long chapter but this is where the story comes full-circle. I hope you all enjoyed it!
This is my second multi-chapter story. For the first one, see #boy zoo story
After watching them make passionate love for the first time -- rather, gladly being forced to -- our dynamic quickly established itself. I don't need to go too much into the dynamic here, since I've discussed that in the first chapter (see here). However, here I want to explain how these elements of our life together quickly fell into place.
Master Felix takes charge of our household
The morning after they had seen each other a few times, Master Felix grabbed me and pushed me against the kitchen counter after I made them breakfast and was getting ready to leave for work. Master Oliver had already left. He told me to strip and casually inspected my cage. Satisfied that I wouldn't be playing with myself at work, he pulled out a small plug and made me lick it to lubricate it. He matter-of-factly told me that they talked last night and that he would be moving in. He told me to turn around and bend over. Him moving in means a few things: he'll need the storage room for his stuff, but there should be some place in the laundry room for me. He pushes the plug in quite roughly; I moan. It's not very big but I get a suspicion that he'll be expecting me to wear it to work. He also explains that he is now also my master and I should obey him like I obey Master Oliver. "Yes, Master," I respond. He unsurprisingly tells me he expects me to be plugged at work from now on: "I'm just starting you off with a small one."
He pushes me to my knees and makes me suck the dick that fucked Master Oliver last night. It is a nice, big dick and he grows in my mouth. I can taste Master Oliver. He continues telling me that he's got more of a sadistic streak and that he hopes that I can handle him. "I wouldn't want to have to replace you with one of the many deeply masochist boys out there, begging to take your place. After all, Master Oliver really cares about you and I'd hate to break you up because you cannot take some pain. You wouldn't want that either, would you boy?"
"No, Sir. I'd do anything to remain in your and Master Oliver's lives," I say as I briefly let go of his cock. He pushes his thick head back past my lips as he pats my head.
"Good boy," he says as he starts to moan and is clearly getting close. He pound my throat hard and floods it.
After cumming, he says: "It's going to be intense and there's going to be moments when you wonder whether you'll be able to take it. But, don't worry, I'm pretty sure that a submissive bitch boy like you will love it! You may not have much use as a sexual partner for your husband anymore, but I'm sure you'll continue being a great asset as a cuck, a slave and houseboy, and an outlet for my more sadistic impulses. Also, look at it this way: if I can let out those impulses on you, it'll be easier for me to be sweet and loving with Him. Your suffering allows me to be a better lover for him."
On my way to work, I was contemplative. I knew that my relationship had changed forever. Of course, this had been always coming, but it had never felt so real and permanent before. This no longer could be mistaken for extensive role play. This was the real thing! There was some fear, but mostly I was excited to embrace this new adventure and deepen my submission once again. Above all, I was just happy for Masters Oliver and Felix and grateful that I was able (privileged!) to be part of there lives! I was, however, also quickly becoming aware that wearing a plug to work would be quite the adjustment!
By the time I got home from work, my few remaining personal possessions had been moved out of the storage room and a little cot had been set up in the laundry room. My previous space in the storage room now seemed luxurious and comfortable by comparison. Master Felix had been waiting for me, as Master Oliver had not yet returned from work. I knew immediately what to do -- or, so I thought. I stripped and kneeled by his feet, asking permission to worship his feet. He denied me that privilege, saying that I hadn't earned it yet. Instead, he started listing chores that I hadn't been able to get to yet.
I said "I'll start right away, Sir," and went to work. Occasionally, he'd call to have me bring him a drink or a snack, and immediately dismissed me to get back to my chores. I worked hard, and about half-an-hour before Master Oliver would arrive home, he came to inspect my work. He found several imperfections and grabbed his belt to give me several lashes for each instance -- a spec of dust left here, a spot on this cup. By the time he had inspected everything, my butt was glowing red and I was on the brink of tears, just about able to apologize without bursting into tears. He said I had just about enough time to correct my mistakes before Master Oliver arrives, "so get to work, boy!"
"Yes, Sir!" I got to work and make sure to correct all my mistakes to perfection this time. It was already clear to me that Master Felix would be a much more controlling and hands-on master that my husband used to be. Of course, Master Oliver did from time to time look for reasons to punish me and thus looked for things I did less than perfect, but this was different. The point here was not to find a reason to punish but rather to make sure everything was done perfectly. The punishment was to correct not because he was in a playful mood.
I managed to finish everything by the time Master Oliver arrived home, and I was ready to welcome him home properly. I took his coat and his shoes and welcomed him home. He patted me on the head, but otherwise paid limited attention to me. Today he came home to want to see Felix. It was the first time he got to come home to his new lover. I served them drinks and then kneeled in front of them as they talked about their days -- Master Felix had taken the day off to move in. Master Felix used my back as foot stool where Master Oliver put my feet in front of my face and gave me permission to worship them, which I of course did with great enthusiasm. He noted my red ass and my still-watery eyes.
"Why did you punish him?"
"I inspected his chores and there were several imperfections."
"So, you beat him?"
"Of course. Boys like him require discipline to reach their full potential. I bet you after a few weeks with my oversight and he'll be a much better houseboy."
"Are you saying I've been too lenient on him?"
"I guess we just have different expectations of good cuckold houseboy standards."
"I guess it's true that I just always assumed that he did his best and never really questioned whether he could do better."
Master Oliver pulled his feet away from me and asked: "Are you looking forward to being trained into a better houseboy, boy?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"You know it's going to be hard training and going to hurt, right, boy?" Master Felix followed up.
"Yes, Sir. Anything to be the best houseboy slave for both of you, Sirs."
"Good boy," Master Oliver said as he rewarded me with putting his smelly, full-day-of-work feet in front of me.
After a little while, they went to the bedroom and I got dinner started. I made them a beautiful dinner as I listened to their passionate love making, and I hoped I'd be allowed to help them clean up. In the end, I felt privileged that they invited me to eat their cum, and then I served them their dinner. I wasn't sure whether they would invite me to join them. They didn't, and I waited until they had finished and I had cleared the table before I had my own meal. After dinner, they watched some TV together and I finished up my chores.
My first night in the laundry room was actually fine. It was cramped, but plenty good enough for me. When I woke up, I immediately noticed that Master Felix had left me a long list of chores for the day. It was clear that he was planning to make me work much harder than Master Oliver ever expected from me. I felt so validated by this move, as it confirmed the role I felt so comfortable in: servant for them. It did pose a problem, however: there was no way that I could do all this work on top of my regular job.
I called in sick and spent the day doing chores. When Master Felix came back first, he did the same inspection as yesterday. He complimented me, saying I was already learning to be more detail-oriented, but still found plenty of reasons to punish me. He used a leather flogger on my back, ass, and chest, and had me in tears, begging; he assured me that this was no longer punishment: "No, you actually did quite well. No, this is just because I enjoy it."
"Thank you, Sir. I am privileged to be able to provide this pleasure for you."
When Master Oliver arrived, they immediately went to the bedroom and their love-making sounded even hotter and more passionate than ever. I realized that hurting me helped to get Master Felix in the mood and improved their sex life. Clearly, my pain was more than worth that outcome. I was happy to suffer for their hot sex!
After dinner, I served them drinks and served as their foot rest, while they chatted about how to organize our new household. I was regularly asked for my input, though it seemed clear to all three of us that I would only ever agree to whatever they proposed. When Master Felix suggested that I should quit my job, so that I could focus entirely on my 'real' job -- ie., serving them -- I was neither shocked not reluctant. Just a week ago, I would probably have balked at the suggestion, but now it just feels right.
Deep down, I knew I always wanted to devote my life to making Master Oliver's life better, and now that means doing the same for Master Felix. Deep down, I just wanted to please dominant men. I think Master Felix saw right through me when he first met me, and that's why he's reshaping my life so dramatically, so quickly. It was his addition to our beautiful family that allowed us to take that final step toward complete servitude that we had been too afraid to take.
I quit the next day and committed to my new life as full-time cuckold slave and houseboy. I had tears in my eyes from happiness as I sent that fateful email.
Our new routine
And, so our life quickly fell into the routine I described in the first chapter. Of course, most of 'our' sex life is between them, but Master Oliver also still has his top-impulses, so he also regularly grabs my hair and pushes me to my knees to fuck my throat, or bends me over the kitchen counter. Master Felix also uses me for quick pump-n-dumps, but more frequently to let some aggression out and get himself in the mood for his real lover. After he gets out his sadistic impulses on me, he can be just sweet and tender with Master Oliver. When I am in pain and wonder whether I can take it any longer, I just remind myself that my suffering is what allows them to be loving and sweet with each other -- my suffering improves their sex life -- and I suddenly feel I can take anything for them!
Of course, occasionally we also play all three together, though that's very much a rarity. For example, one night Master Felix wanted to watch me fuck Master Oliver. Master Oliver loved the idea but I predictably panicked. How could I ever fuck my Master? There's no way I could manage that, get hard enough, not ejaculate prematurely. It would have been hard enough before my long-term chastity, but now surely it would be completely impossible. Even the thought of trying to top was intensely humiliating. Watching me blush and panic, they laughed and Master Felix said: "Not with your pathetic, useless little pee pee, boy. Of course not! With this!" He pulled out a strap-on and presented it to me.
The thought of fucking with a strap on while my dicklet remained safely locked was of course humiliating and degrading, but actually much less so than the thought of actually trying, and inevitably failing, to fuck with my by now entirely dysfunctional little one. Master Felix fitted me with the strap on, as Master Oliver sat on my face and I ate him so deep and lovingly to get his hole well-softened up. He moaned so deeply and said he hadn't had me do that for so long that he had almost forgotten how good I was at it! I was so proud, so happy. Though this setup was humiliating and clearly very unequal, this was the most intimate I had been with my husband, now Master, for a long time. Understandably, they had been spending most of their time together ever since Master Felix moved in.
Master Felix finished lubing up my 'dick for the occasion' and Master Oliver got on all fours, telling me how badly he wanted me to fuck him for the very first time. To my own surprise, I got into the mood and fucked him good. Even though it wasn't my actual dick, it felt great to be pounding my Master and hearing him moan and beg for more. At the same time, Master Felix watched, touching himself, and telling me how I'm not a real man, because real men can fuck and this is the closest I'll ever get. He started fingering me and expertly massaged my prostate. He asked me when I last fucked my husband, I admitted that I never had, and then he asked when I last came. To my own consternation, I didn't even know. I couldn't remember when I had last shot my load. All I knew was that it was a long time ago!
I had gotten so used to not thinking about my own pleasure that I wasn't even thinking about my orgasms anymore. The whole scene was so hot and intensely humiliating that I knew I could cum any second. I asked Master Felix permission to cum. He smirked and scoffed: "This is what you want to cum to? Fucking your Master with a strap on because you're not man enough to do it with your own dick, being told your dicklet isn't good enough, having the man your husband loves and makes love to every day tell you you're not man enough and fingering your pussy. It's all so degrading, are you sure you want to cum to all of this? To such a degrading scene?"
"Yes, Sir! Pleaaaassseeee!!!"
"Alright, shoot your pathetic little load like the good bitch boy that you are."
Subject to intense humiliation and an expert prostate massage, I shot a huge load; I wasn't sure whether I had ever shot a load that big. And, as I pushed deep and tensed cumming, Master Oliver came too. We both collapsed, exhausted, and Master Felix presented me with his rock-hard dick, which I dutifully started sucking. Watching the whole scene and saying all those demeaning things, he didn't need much before he fed me also a huge load.
We all recovered together on the bed. I was in the middle as they both held me and told me what a treat it was to include me in their sex life. Master Felix said that now I can cum like this, they may never need to unlock me anymore, except for hygienic reasons. Master Oliver agreed. I wasn't quite sure whether they were joking, but the truth was that I didn't care. I simply agreed as well -- not that my agreement really mattered at this point. If this would be the only way I ever came again, I'd be very happy!
They gave me the night off from chores and we ordered in and watched TV together. I started out on the floor between their legs, and eventually they invited me on the sofa with them, cuddling, and just relaxing and hanging out. It was a reminder that while so much of our domestic life is hard work for me, with pain, submission, and humiliation, it is also just a loving thruple with everyday domestic bliss -- with three very happy kinky people!
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Husband to houseboy: chapter 13 (final)
This is the final chapter of the Husband to Houseboy story. It's a long chapter but this is where the story comes full-circle. I hope you all enjoyed it!
For all chapters, see: #husband to houseboy
This is my second multi-chapter story. For the first one, see #boy zoo story
After watching them make passionate love for the first time -- rather, gladly being forced to -- our dynamic quickly established itself. I don't need to go too much into the dynamic here, since I've discussed that in the first chapter (see here). However, here I want to explain how these elements of our life together quickly fell into place.
Master Felix takes charge of our household
The morning after they had seen each other a few times, Master Felix grabbed me and pushed me against the kitchen counter after I made them breakfast and was getting ready to leave for work. Master Oliver had already left. He told me to strip and casually inspected my cage. Satisfied that I wouldn't be playing with myself at work, he pulled out a small plug and made me lick it to lubricate it. He matter-of-factly told me that they talked last night and that he would be moving in. He told me to turn around and bend over. Him moving in means a few things: he'll need the storage room for his stuff, but there should be some place in the laundry room for me. He pushes the plug in quite roughly; I moan. It's not very big but I get a suspicion that he'll be expecting me to wear it to work. He also explains that he is now also my master and I should obey him like I obey Master Oliver. "Yes, Master," I respond. He unsurprisingly tells me he expects me to be plugged at work from now on: "I'm just starting you off with a small one."
He pushes me to my knees and makes me suck the dick that fucked Master Oliver last night. It is a nice, big dick and he grows in my mouth. I can taste Master Oliver. He continues telling me that he's got more of a sadistic streak and that he hopes that I can handle him. "I wouldn't want to have to replace you with one of the many deeply masochist boys out there, begging to take your place. After all, Master Oliver really cares about you and I'd hate to break you up because you cannot take some pain. You wouldn't want that either, would you boy?"
"No, Sir. I'd do anything to remain in your and Master Oliver's lives," I say as I briefly let go of his cock. He pushes his thick head back past my lips as he pats my head.
"Good boy," he says as he starts to moan and is clearly getting close. He pound my throat hard and floods it.
After cumming, he says: "It's going to be intense and there's going to be moments when you wonder whether you'll be able to take it. But, don't worry, I'm pretty sure that a submissive bitch boy like you will love it! You may not have much use as a sexual partner for your husband anymore, but I'm sure you'll continue being a great asset as a cuck, a slave and houseboy, and an outlet for my more sadistic impulses. Also, look at it this way: if I can let out those impulses on you, it'll be easier for me to be sweet and loving with Him. Your suffering allows me to be a better lover for him."
On my way to work, I was contemplative. I knew that my relationship had changed forever. Of course, this had been always coming, but it had never felt so real and permanent before. This no longer could be mistaken for extensive role play. This was the real thing! There was some fear, but mostly I was excited to embrace this new adventure and deepen my submission once again. Above all, I was just happy for Masters Oliver and Felix and grateful that I was able (privileged!) to be part of there lives! I was, however, also quickly becoming aware that wearing a plug to work would be quite the adjustment!
By the time I got home from work, my few remaining personal possessions had been moved out of the storage room and a little cot had been set up in the laundry room. My previous space in the storage room now seemed luxurious and comfortable by comparison. Master Felix had been waiting for me, as Master Oliver had not yet returned from work. I knew immediately what to do -- or, so I thought. I stripped and kneeled by his feet, asking permission to worship his feet. He denied me that privilege, saying that I hadn't earned it yet. Instead, he started listing chores that I hadn't been able to get to yet.
I said "I'll start right away, Sir," and went to work. Occasionally, he'd call to have me bring him a drink or a snack, and immediately dismissed me to get back to my chores. I worked hard, and about half-an-hour before Master Oliver would arrive home, he came to inspect my work. He found several imperfections and grabbed his belt to give me several lashes for each instance -- a spec of dust left here, a spot on this cup. By the time he had inspected everything, my butt was glowing red and I was on the brink of tears, just about able to apologize without bursting into tears. He said I had just about enough time to correct my mistakes before Master Oliver arrives, "so get to work, boy!"
"Yes, Sir!" I got to work and make sure to correct all my mistakes to perfection this time. It was already clear to me that Master Felix would be a much more controlling and hands-on master that my husband used to be. Of course, Master Oliver did from time to time look for reasons to punish me and thus looked for things I did less than perfect, but this was different. The point here was not to find a reason to punish but rather to make sure everything was done perfectly. The punishment was to correct not because he was in a playful mood.
I managed to finish everything by the time Master Oliver arrived home, and I was ready to welcome him home properly. I took his coat and his shoes and welcomed him home. He patted me on the head, but otherwise paid limited attention to me. Today he came home to want to see Felix. It was the first time he got to come home to his new lover. I served them drinks and then kneeled in front of them as they talked about their days -- Master Felix had taken the day off to move in. Master Felix used my back as foot stool where Master Oliver put my feet in front of my face and gave me permission to worship them, which I of course did with great enthusiasm. He noted my red ass and my still-watery eyes.
"Why did you punish him?"
"I inspected his chores and there were several imperfections."
"So, you beat him?"
"Of course. Boys like him require discipline to reach their full potential. I bet you after a few weeks with my oversight and he'll be a much better houseboy."
"Are you saying I've been too lenient on him?"
"I guess we just have different expectations of good cuckold houseboy standards."
"I guess it's true that I just always assumed that he did his best and never really questioned whether he could do better."
Master Oliver pulled his feet away from me and asked: "Are you looking forward to being trained into a better houseboy, boy?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"You know it's going to be hard training and going to hurt, right, boy?" Master Felix followed up.
"Yes, Sir. Anything to be the best houseboy slave for both of you, Sirs."
"Good boy," Master Oliver said as he rewarded me with putting his smelly, full-day-of-work feet in front of me.
After a little while, they went to the bedroom and I got dinner started. I made them a beautiful dinner as I listened to their passionate love making, and I hoped I'd be allowed to help them clean up. In the end, I felt privileged that they invited me to eat their cum, and then I served them their dinner. I wasn't sure whether they would invite me to join them. They didn't, and I waited until they had finished and I had cleared the table before I had my own meal. After dinner, they watched some TV together and I finished up my chores.
My first night in the laundry room was actually fine. It was cramped, but plenty good enough for me. When I woke up, I immediately noticed that Master Felix had left me a long list of chores for the day. It was clear that he was planning to make me work much harder than Master Oliver ever expected from me. I felt so validated by this move, as it confirmed the role I felt so comfortable in: servant for them. It did pose a problem, however: there was no way that I could do all this work on top of my regular job.
I called in sick and spent the day doing chores. When Master Felix came back first, he did the same inspection as yesterday. He complimented me, saying I was already learning to be more detail-oriented, but still found plenty of reasons to punish me. He used a leather flogger on my back, ass, and chest, and had me in tears, begging; he assured me that this was no longer punishment: "No, you actually did quite well. No, this is just because I enjoy it."
"Thank you, Sir. I am privileged to be able to provide this pleasure for you."
When Master Oliver arrived, they immediately went to the bedroom and their love-making sounded even hotter and more passionate than ever. I realized that hurting me helped to get Master Felix in the mood and improved their sex life. Clearly, my pain was more than worth that outcome. I was happy to suffer for their hot sex!
After dinner, I served them drinks and served as their foot rest, while they chatted about how to organize our new household. I was regularly asked for my input, though it seemed clear to all three of us that I would only ever agree to whatever they proposed. When Master Felix suggested that I should quit my job, so that I could focus entirely on my 'real' job -- ie., serving them -- I was neither shocked not reluctant. Just a week ago, I would probably have balked at the suggestion, but now it just feels right.
Deep down, I knew I always wanted to devote my life to making Master Oliver's life better, and now that means doing the same for Master Felix. Deep down, I just wanted to please dominant men. I think Master Felix saw right through me when he first met me, and that's why he's reshaping my life so dramatically, so quickly. It was his addition to our beautiful family that allowed us to take that final step toward complete servitude that we had been too afraid to take.
I quit the next day and committed to my new life as full-time cuckold slave and houseboy. I had tears in my eyes from happiness as I sent that fateful email.
Our new routine
And, so our life quickly fell into the routine I described in the first chapter. Of course, most of 'our' sex life is between them, but Master Oliver also still has his top-impulses, so he also regularly grabs my hair and pushes me to my knees to fuck my throat, or bends me over the kitchen counter. Master Felix also uses me for quick pump-n-dumps, but more frequently to let some aggression out and get himself in the mood for his real lover. After he gets out his sadistic impulses on me, he can be just sweet and tender with Master Oliver. When I am in pain and wonder whether I can take it any longer, I just remind myself that my suffering is what allows them to be loving and sweet with each other -- my suffering improves their sex life -- and I suddenly feel I can take anything for them!
Of course, occasionally we also play all three together, though that's very much a rarity. For example, one night Master Felix wanted to watch me fuck Master Oliver. Master Oliver loved the idea but I predictably panicked. How could I ever fuck my Master? There's no way I could manage that, get hard enough, not ejaculate prematurely. It would have been hard enough before my long-term chastity, but now surely it would be completely impossible. Even the thought of trying to top was intensely humiliating. Watching me blush and panic, they laughed and Master Felix said: "Not with your pathetic, useless little pee pee, boy. Of course not! With this!" He pulled out a strap-on and presented it to me.
The thought of fucking with a strap on while my dicklet remained safely locked was of course humiliating and degrading, but actually much less so than the thought of actually trying, and inevitably failing, to fuck with my by now entirely dysfunctional little one. Master Felix fitted me with the strap on, as Master Oliver sat on my face and I ate him so deep and lovingly to get his hole well-softened up. He moaned so deeply and said he hadn't had me do that for so long that he had almost forgotten how good I was at it! I was so proud, so happy. Though this setup was humiliating and clearly very unequal, this was the most intimate I had been with my husband, now Master, for a long time. Understandably, they had been spending most of their time together ever since Master Felix moved in.
Master Felix finished lubing up my 'dick for the occasion' and Master Oliver got on all fours, telling me how badly he wanted me to fuck him for the very first time. To my own surprise, I got into the mood and fucked him good. Even though it wasn't my actual dick, it felt great to be pounding my Master and hearing him moan and beg for more. At the same time, Master Felix watched, touching himself, and telling me how I'm not a real man, because real men can fuck and this is the closest I'll ever get. He started fingering me and expertly massaged my prostate. He asked me when I last fucked my husband, I admitted that I never had, and then he asked when I last came. To my own consternation, I didn't even know. I couldn't remember when I had last shot my load. All I knew was that it was a long time ago!
I had gotten so used to not thinking about my own pleasure that I wasn't even thinking about my orgasms anymore. The whole scene was so hot and intensely humiliating that I knew I could cum any second. I asked Master Felix permission to cum. He smirked and scoffed: "This is what you want to cum to? Fucking your Master with a strap on because you're not man enough to do it with your own dick, being told your dicklet isn't good enough, having the man your husband loves and makes love to every day tell you you're not man enough and fingering your pussy. It's all so degrading, are you sure you want to cum to all of this? To such a degrading scene?"
"Yes, Sir! Pleaaaassseeee!!!"
"Alright, shoot your pathetic little load like the good bitch boy that you are."
Subject to intense humiliation and an expert prostate massage, I shot a huge load; I wasn't sure whether I had ever shot a load that big. And, as I pushed deep and tensed cumming, Master Oliver came too. We both collapsed, exhausted, and Master Felix presented me with his rock-hard dick, which I dutifully started sucking. Watching the whole scene and saying all those demeaning things, he didn't need much before he fed me also a huge load.
We all recovered together on the bed. I was in the middle as they both held me and told me what a treat it was to include me in their sex life. Master Felix said that now I can cum like this, they may never need to unlock me anymore, except for hygienic reasons. Master Oliver agreed. I wasn't quite sure whether they were joking, but the truth was that I didn't care. I simply agreed as well -- not that my agreement really mattered at this point. If this would be the only way I ever came again, I'd be very happy!
They gave me the night off from chores and we ordered in and watched TV together. I started out on the floor between their legs, and eventually they invited me on the sofa with them, cuddling, and just relaxing and hanging out. It was a reminder that while so much of our domestic life is hard work for me, with pain, submission, and humiliation, it is also just a loving thruple with everyday domestic bliss -- with three very happy kinky people!