Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2023 03:12:47 +0000
From: y.f.n.s.p. <yfnsp@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Better Man Wins Ch 06

The Better Man Wins
  by yfnsp

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Chapter 6  -  The New Job


A lot happened the next couple of days, including a call from my lawyer
approving the deal with Mason's company, but nothing else that really
pertains to this story. Until Friday night.

I arrived at Mason's at 7:00, as directed, and the three of us had a
great meal together. Mason and Anna were in terry-cloth bathrobes,
nothing else, and he kept touching her in a very proprietary way the
whole time, fondling a breasts or squeezing her thigh. Every time he
touched her, she smiled beatifically, sometimes closing her eyes, or
gazing at him. I watched it, the playful intimacy of love, and felt
strangely happy and excited, an anticipatory kind of elation at the
thought of their impending coupling. I really wanted to see them joined
in the act of copulation; there was a purity in their passion and I
wanted to bless it. Could I be a part o it? I wondered. I wanted to, but
not if it would distract from the perfection of their mating. I don't
think I ate very much; I was too engrossed in their romance.

Mason stood when we had finished dessert and, taking Anna's hand as if
she needed help to rise her from her chair, said, "Please clear the
table, Jack. You can leave everything on the kitchen counter. Then get
undressed and join us in the bedroom."

I hurriedly complied and entered the bedroom to find them seated naked,
side by side on the bed.

"Come. Kneel." Mason pointed to a spot on the rug in front of them.

I knelt, my knees between Mason's and Anna's feet. I didn't want to chose
which of them to look at, so I bowed my head and looked down. It felt
right to portray obedience and humility. I looked at their feet, his big,
hairy-knuckled toes and her dainty elegance.

"See?" Mason said to Anna, "I think chastity is making him even more
submissive. I think it's cute. Kind of pathetic, but I like it."

"I do too," Anna said. Then to me she said, "Do you like having your
little dickie locked up?"

I looked up at her, my beautiful wife, resplendent in her nakedness. "I
don't know, Anna. I do it for you; that's what you want, right? If it
makes you happy, then it makes me happy." I thought how pathetic I must
look in this position. My eyes welled with tears. "Except, I also want to
have sex with you." I added.

She looked down on me with a certain amount of sympathy. "I know you do,
sweetie. But it's not gonna happen. Not ever. That part of our life is
over. But it turns me on to know that you want me so desperately and
you're never going to have me."

"Never?" I asked, and immediately regretted saying it aloud.

"Never, as far as I can see, anyway. How could I settle for you after a
week of Mason? I mean, he's so much better than you!"

Her words were devastating. They sounded so decisively final.

"Don't look like that, Jack. You're the one who said it first. You told
me he was the better man. You told me I deserved more than you could
offer. You gave me to him. What did you expect would happen?"

I hung my head again. "I don't know... It just sounds so final. I
thought..." I left it unsaid.

"Don't worry, dear, you can still eat my pussy when I feel like letting
you. And you'll get some relief from time to time. Like how about now?"
Addressing Mason, she said, "Can you unlock him?"

Mason told me to stand and, taking his key, he unlocked my cage and
slipped it off. The sensation was amazing; my cock swelled immediately.

"As I said, you will be given relief from time to time," Anna explained,
"and this is one of those times. Now, masturbate for us," she commanded.

Her tone was so imperious; it was thrilling. My cock sprang to full
extension for the first time in over a week. It pulsed with insistent
vigor. I grasped the hard shaft in my right hand and, looking into Anna's
eyes, I stroked it up and down. It felt incredible.

"That's it. Stroke it for me," Anna said approvingly. "You want sex with
me? Well, this is it. You can even cum for me." She watched intently as I
stroked it up and down. "I want you to cum," she commanded, "Now!"

I felt my legs quake. My balls contracted. My cock swelled to the point
of bursting. And I felt the surge begin deep in my balls.

"Catch it!" Anna directed. "Catch all of it! Don't spill a drop!"

My first spurt would have hit the ceiling, I'm sure, but I managed to cap
the geyser with my left hand just in time. I shuddered all over
ecstatically as my cock pulsed again and again and I angled it forward,
pushing it down so that it pumped all my pent up seminal fluid, thick and
white, into my cupped hand. As if powered by a source outside myself, the
organ kept pumping until my hand was filled to almost overflowing. I felt
lightheaded, almost dizzy.

"Eat it. Eat it all up, fag boy." I heard Anna's voice from afar through
a haze of orgasmic bliss.

"Mmmmm," I couldn't help but moan as my tongue scooped up globs of my
viscous spend into my mouth. It tasted like passion; it felt like a gift.
I squeezed my cock, adding a final dab to the puddle of cum in my hand. I
put my lips to it, slurped it all up, and licked my hand clean. "Mmmmmm."
I looked up at Anna. "Thank you," I said quietly.

"You're welcome, fag boy," she said sweetly, repeating the appellation. I
didn't mind; I knew exactly what she meant. She had emasculated me. She
wasn't saying I was gay; she was just reminding me that I was no longer a
man in her eyes. How fitting: it was true. I didn't mind; sensing that
she was pleased with my performance, I was happy and proud.

Mason gave her shoulder a squeeze and said, "Do you want him to do
anything else before we fuck? I mean, he's putty in your hands."

"Yes," she said with pleasure. Turning to me, she said, "I understand
you're an ass-licker now too." She stood up and turned her backside
toward me. "Lick it, fag boy!"

I leaned in to taste her, dazzled by the pale beauty of her pearly-white
buttocks.

"Wait!" Anna ordered. "Not yet. Mason, would you lock him back up first?"

"Sure. Stand up, Jackie."

My cock was still a bit swollen, so there was more than a little
discomfort in the way Mason had to stuff it back into the tight metal
cage. He didn't say a word. When I winced, he gave my balls a swift slap
that immediately put things in proportion, literally as well as
figuratively.

"Back on your knees, ass-slave," my verbally creative wife commanded. I
eagerly obeyed.

She stepped between me and Mason, who was still seated on the bed, she
spread her legs, leaned forward, and placed her hands on Mason's
shoulders. She kissed him on the mouth as I leaned in and kissed her at
her other end, spreading her glorious orbs to reach her pretty puckered
private opening.

I was overcome with lustful humility as my servile lips and tongue tasted
her. I could smell her well fucked pussy, redolent with the sexual
secretions of both of the lovers as I tasted her sweat and her rectal
flesh. There was as much of Mason as of Anna in my mind as I kissed, as
we both kissed the two ends of my beloved's GI tract. How fitting that I
should be at the back, the bottom end! I dug into her sweet anus with my
tongue. This was different from Mason's; it was softer, less hairy and
there was with it the omnipresent gynecological scent of womanhood. Plus,
this was my wife: so much less degrading to pleasure her. Except, she was
kissing him as I serviced her. And she was going to fuck him, not me. And
he was there, present in this act, at the other end of my kisses.

Something else was going on now. I couldn't see, but Anna was moaning and
writhing a little. Was he nibbling on her nipples? Something was
happening. And suddenly everything stopped.

"Get on the bed," Mason said to me. "There in the middle with your head
here," he said, pointing. "On your back." As I clambered into the
designated position, Mason continued, "Anna and I want you to
participate, to be a part of her insemination, if only symbolically. We
want you to bless our union by helping us perform this last fuck of
Breeding Week."

I was on my back with my head near the foot of the bed. Anna straddled my
head as if she were going to sit on my face, but she went down on her
elbows with her ass up. Her pussy was tantalizingly just out of reach. I
could smell its mingled aromas of sex - semen and pussy juice. I
stretched my neck and my tongue and tasted her. I virtually shuddered
with delight. Her pussy tasted so delicious that I wanted to bury my face
in it and drown.

"Suck her clit," I heard Mason say just as his cock appeared, huge and
imposing. It entered Anna's red and swollen portal, grazing my forehead
and dragging those enormous, flopping balls across my eyes, temporarily
blocking my sight. I tilted my head back to apply my lips to her engorged
clitoris and sucked it into my mouth, sucking it like a tiny cock. Now I
could see again and I witnessed Anna's lovely labia clinging to the thick
cock-shaft as it withdrew from her swampy depths, glistening with her
juices. My god, what a magnificent sight! Mason's superiority was
glaringly, crushingly evident once again. The regal head of his cock came
into view. stretching the limits of her vaginal opening, before plunging
back inside her, deep, to the root, his balls up against my nose,
overwhelming me with both passion and gratitude. Just to witness the
beauty and power of this moment was amazing; to be a participant was an
honor of which I felt unworthy.

Anna was whimpering, making quiet cries of ecstasy that served to
encourage my efforts as I sucked and fluttered my tongue-tip on her
swollen clit. I bit down gently on it and felt her buck in response with
a load moan.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" She cried out, writhing in orgasm.

I took this as an opening, an opportunity to lick Mason's shaft and taste
the flow of Anna's orgasmic juice that flooded out over his plowing pole
and was dripping into my open mouth. My tongue, fully extended now, laved
his hanging balls, the salt of his sweat a perfect compliment to the tang
of her juices. I was in ecstasy too! Just to be there at the confluence,
the joining point of their perfect bodies made me giddy with delight, and
the flavors and aromas made it truly heavenly.

I reached up, around Mason's thighs and grasped his powerful glutes with
both hands, squeezing them as I helped pull him harder and deeper into my
wife. And I felt his orgasm begin; I could feel his shaft swell - my
tongue was right there, pressing against its underside at Anna's entrance
- and I felt the pulses, one after another, just like when he had cum in
my mouth; the same pulses, but their destination this time was deep in
Anna's womb.

I flicked Anna's clit again with my tongue and sucked it, achieving the
desired result, another orgasm. They were cumming together, in perfect
synchronicity; they moaned in harmony, sweet music to my ears. Mason was
balls-deep in Anna's pussy. He held it there, resting his full weight
against her as she pushed her ass up and back against him. I could see
the pulses in his perineum as his cum continued to pump into her womb.
And cum - their mingled cum - flooded her pussy to overflowing. I knew I
wasn't supposed to eat her out during breeding time, but there had been
no injunction against drinking of the overflow. So much cum! It began to
seep out around the tight-fitting shaft, whitening the edges of her labia
and collecting underneath to drip where my grateful lips received it. I
felt fulfilled, as if it had been I who had made this happen, as if I
were planting a baby in my wife myself. I savored the moment as I savored
their secretions and I kissed their genitals where they joined, really
and truly blessing their union.

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The next week was a busy one. We closed on the sale of the business on
Monday. By Thursday, I had moved my office to Mason's building, to the
room adjacent to his, and my old office, a four-room suite, had become
the headquarters of Anna's new firm, H4U2 (Housing For You Too). She
moved into the larger room that had been my office and we furnished it
with a large sofa in addition to regular office furniture. Ostensibly,
this was for her comfort during later stages of pregnancy, but it looked
to me like an ideal place for Mason to fuck her.

The three of us had gone out to dinner Monday night to celebrate the
merger and we had a lot to drink. Mason ended up spending the night with
us and slept between us in our marital bed after fucking us both. I got
to eat his cum out of Anna's pussy while he fucked me from behind, giving
me the anal orgasm I had been craving while I enjoyed what had already
become my favorite snack. Then I watched Anna smile approvingly as I
collected his cum from my gushing ass-cunt and licked it up. We were very
happy.

At work, it was a bit hectic getting everything set up and adapting to
it. I was pretty excited about working so close to Mason; when I had a
moment's respite, my mind would turn to him. I had fantasies about being
his office slut, his cocksucking assistant, his cum receptacle. But we
were far too busy for anything like that to occur. I spent a lot of time
with Mona and hardly any with Mason. Mona went over the books with me,
then she gave me business pans to study, followed by training me on the
financial modeling programs they used. Meanwhile, Mason was spending more
time over at H4U2 with Anna than at his office.

The few times I did interact with Mason that first week were really just
passing remarks about settling in, learning the job, and getting H4U2 up
and running. "How is Mona treating you so far?" he wanted to know. I said
she was amazing, so well organized that she had everything I needed ready
before I even asked.

Mona was exceedingly competent. She seemed to take a great degree of
personal ownership in the running of the company; I could see that my
success in this role was going to be entirely dependent on her
cooperation on the one hand, but that I might be seen as a threat to her
security on the other hand. So I went out of my way to be as deferential
as possible, always thanking her and expressing my appreciation for the
quality of the documentation and instruction she gave me.

On the home front, things were settling down comfortably enough. I had
tried to interest Anna in letting me fuck her with the strap-on, but she
wasn't receptive in the least. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry, but I just don't
think of you that way any more," she explained, not without sympathy. We
were in bed, and as consolation she let me lick her pussy to orgasm.
"Mmm, thank you, sweetie," she said when her breathing returned to
normal. "See? That's what you're good at," she purred contentedly. "Leave
the fucking to Mason; you know you can't compete with him."

I took it as well as I could. I was disappointed, but I couldn't argue
with her; it was true, Mason was much better than I was: his cock was
bigger, he had more stamina, he was extremely responsive in their
lovemaking, and he was amazingly adept at making her cum. I was glad that
she was getting so much good loving and was so fulfilled; I was also
happy that I was allowed to please her with my tongue. I had made her cum
too, after all, and isn't that what it's all about?

In less serious moments, Anna was often quite playful with me, if you can
call it that. She continued to tease me and denigrate me at almost every
turn. I'm sure she thought I enjoyed it. The truth is, I often found it
painful, but it did excite me, so she wasn't wrong. When she called me
"cum-slut" or "faggot" or "cocksucker," I have to admit it gave me
thrills, my pulse would quicken and my imprisoned little dick would
throb. She never called me by my name anymore, preferring to address me
as "cucky," "fag-boy," and the like It was becoming so habitual that I
was starting to fear she might do it in public.

On Friday, we had another milestone to celebrate. In addition to marking
the completion of our office moves, that was the day that Anna's
pregnancy test came out positive. Mason was ecstatic. We all were. But
Mason made a big deal about it, announcing it in the office. The other
employees present seemed a bit surprised at his exuberance, but accepted
their glasses of champagne with appropriate good spirits.

After work, Mason insisted on taking us out to dinner again; this time at
a really posh restaurant. He ordered an expensive bottle of Bordeaux that
seemed to impress the waiter, but he told me I couldn't have any. "You're
our designated driver," he said, promising to make it up to me later. He
did let me taste it, though; he held his glass to my lips with a steady
hand and said, "Here, I know you want to celebrate our first baby, but
just a sip." It made me feel like a little kid at the grown-ups' table,
which I know was exactly what he intended. I looked at Anna as I tasted
the sip and blushed at her obvious pleasure in my humiliation. I realized
that she liked the way Mason made me debase myself in much the same way
as she enjoyed verbal abusing me.

After the last course we ordered coffee and Mason whispered in my ear, "I
want you to go to the men's room. Take a stall and wait for me." As I
stood up to comply, he said to Anna, "Jack has to go to the little boy's
room. Do you think we should let him go by himself?" I heard her giggle
as I walked away.

There was an older gentleman at one of the urinals when I entered, but no
one else. I entered the farthest of the three stalls, pushed the door
shut without locking it, and stood waiting, feeling both apprehensive and
excited. I heard the man leave the urinal and go to the sink; the water
was running when I heard the door open a moment later. Footsteps sounded
coming toward my stall and I saw Mason through the narrow space between
the door and the stall wall. The water had stopped running and I heard
the door open again; I hoped it was the other man leaving, because Mason
didn't seem to care that he might be seen entering my stall.

"Hey there, sport," he said after closing the stall door behind him. "Do
you want to watch me pee? I know you how much you love my cock."

"Um, yeah, sure," I replied, not expecting to be asked; not being sure
what to expect.

"I thought you might," said Mason, opening his belt and unzipping, "You
haven't seen it since Monday."

He stepped up to the toilet. "Lift the seat for me," he said. I got a
closeup look at his beautiful cock as he released it when I stooped to
lift the toilet seat. It was hanging loosely, but I wouldn't say it was
soft; rather it looked full and firm, with skin that looked warm and
velvety. He was right, I was in love with it. I was tempted to kneel
before it.

As if reading my mind, Mason said, "Why don't you get on your knees so
you can see better." That's what I did. The tile floor was hard, but
impeccably clean; only the slightest hint of urine was detectable over
the floral deodorizer scent. On my knees for him, in this place, I felt
very vulnerable and servile, like a body slave in ancient times.

He released his urine. I watched it flow out in a graceful arc, golden
and sparkling in the bright florescent light. It was lovely, I thought.
It splashed vigorously into the still water of the toilet, churning it
and turning it a pretty pale yellow. Suddenly the stream stopped, long
before I had expected. I looked up at Mason in surprise.

"Do you want to hold it while I go?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.

"Oh. Sure. Can I?" was my reply, a little confused, but grateful. It was
a little awkward reaching for his proffered organ, so I had to come
closer and lower myself by sitting on my heels as I knelt. I took it in
my hand gently, reverent of its warmth, its vitality. Now I was really up
close; I couldn't help noticing a droplet of piss clinging to the lips of
his cockhead.

"Do you want to taste it?" he asked softly. The question echoed loudly in
my supplicant brain. Was it a question? Did I have a choice? Did want a
choice?

I chose not to think, but to act on my submissive instincts. My lips
touched the little slit and absorbed the droplet in a light kiss. There
was a slight taste of salt, but not much else. I licked my lips, trying
to find as much of its flavor as I could as I looked up at Mason's
thoughtful face.

"Good boy," he said. "Do you want more?"

I nodded my head, speechless; I was a little choked up from his words of
praise, or was it the thought of the degradation to come? Because
suddenly I needed him to feed me from that cock; unexpectedly, I wanted
to receive his waste; I wanted his urine inside of me.

I opened my mouth, keeping my lower lip against the underside of his
cockhead and looked up expectantly. It came, warmer than I had expected,
warm and smooth. It flowed over my tongue to the back of my throat and I
swallowed it, even as more kept flowing and puddled for the next gulp. I
had to swallow again quickly, and again; his piss was flowing fast. I saw
that he had his phone out; he was making a video. I opened my mouth
wider, tilting my head back, both to show more to the camera and to allow
more of his urine to collect in my mouth before each swallow. The flavor
was not strong and it was not bad; it was bitter, kind of acrid in my
nose, in addition to the saltiness I had already noted, but mildly so,
making it interesting and surprisingly not at all repulsive. It felt good
going down; whether that was just a factor of my desire for degradation
or the combination of its warmth and slipperiness - it was a just little
more viscous than water - I couldn't tell. I didn't care. It was filing
my belly in a very satisfying way and I looked up to him in gratitude as
his stream began to wane.

I held my mouth open until the flow stopped and he tapped his cock on my
lower lip to shake off the last drops. I didn't move until he had
completely withdrawn his cock. Then I smacked my lips, licked them, and
swallowed a last time. "Thank you," I said with utter sincerity.

When we got back to our table, the waiter was just delivering our coffee.
Anna looked up inquiringly and Mason told her, "Check your phone - I sent
you something." We took our seats and watched her take out her phone and
tap it.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed a little too loudly; I saw the waiter glance
back as he was leaving our table. "What a disgusting slut you are," she
said more privately. "Wow, you really like it, don't you?" She turned the
phone so Mason and I could see the final frame. "Look at that!" she said
in tones of wonder. "You look so proud of yourself!" She looked me in the
eye and sneered at me. "Not just a cum-slut. You're a piss-whore too!"
She shook her head. "I can't believe it! I'm married to an ass-licking,
piss-drinking, faggot cock-whore!"

"He's a very good boy, you know," Mason responded, "and he'll be an
excellent father to our children."

"I know he will," Anna replied. "God, what a turn-on, though. Let's
finish our coffee and get out of here. I'm horny as hell!"

I drove while they canoodled in the back seat. I could hear Anna slurping
on Mason's cock. When I parked the car, they straighten their clothes and
hurried into the house ahead of me and went straight to the bedroom. I
entered just in time to see Anna pull him by his cock onto the bed with
her and guide it into her pussy. She lay on her back with her legs around
him as he fucked her vigorously while I stood and watched.

When they had both orgasmed vociferously and were lying side by side
catching their breath, I asked timidly if I could join them.

"Get your clothes off first," was Anna's response. "Feels like there's a
nice load of cum inside me." She spread her legs invitingly. Mason got up
on one elbow to admire her oozing cunt.

I left my clothes in a heap and crawled up on the bed between her lovely
thighs and began licking. This is it, I thought, this is my life now. I
pondered this realization as I slurped and swallowed Mason's cum out of
my wife's vagina. It was a feeling of resignation, but also of
contentment; I really couldn't imagine, in that moment, any place I'd
rather be or anything else I could be doing that would be as fulfilling.
The way it felt to press my face into Anna's gaping cunt, breathing in
the rich aroma of freshly fucked pussy and rooting around in the sloppy
mess Mason had made of it, was pure bliss. Anna's contented coos and
Mason's condescending comments, "What an eager little cunt-licker," and
the like were just icing on the cake. I wanted this moment to last
forever.

I had many more such moments that weekend; Mason stayed with us the whole
time, making love to Anna while I attended to them and cleaned up. It was
humiliating to have to sleep on the floor alone - I made a bed on a pile
of blankets - but I found that I enjoyed being ordered about and waiting
on them, bringing them breakfast in bed, cooking meals for them, and
being allowed to eat all their cum. On Sunday night, after their third
bout of the day, Anna proposed that I be kept in my cock-cage without
relief for a long time.

"Don't you think his behavior has improved since he's been locked up?"
Anna asked Mason.

Mason said, "He has been a good boy; very obedient, I must say. Don't you
want to reward him?"

"I think licking my pussy is reward enough, don't you?" Anna grinned.
"Have you noticed how happy it makes him?"

"True." Mason glanced at me. "How long do you want to make him wait?"

It was so weird hearing them talk about me as if I weren't there, or as
if I were an object, not a person. It was humiliating; I listened
silently, enjoying the feeling of belonging to them, with no authority
over my own destiny, subject to their whims.

"I don't know," Anna replied, "Maybe forever." Her face had a dreamy,
far-away look.

"Is that healthy?" Mason asked.

"I don't see why not?" Anna speculated. "Especially if you give him an
anal - a prostate - orgasm once in a while... How can it hurt him?"

Mason turned to me. "What would you rather do, pussy-boy, get fucked in
the ass or be allowed to masturbate?"

I didn't hesitate. "I'd rather get fucked, to be honest." I blushed and
then I added, "By you."

"Should I fuck him now?" he asked Anna. "I think I can get it up again. I
would probably go a long time without cumming too."

"No," Anna said decisively. "It's too soon. I want to see what happens
when he goes months with no relief." Her beautiful face looked
thoughtful. "I want him to be desperate. I want to see how desperate he
can get." She smiled prettily. "Don't you think that'd be fun?"

"Oh, you evil little minx!" Mason said. He kissed her hard on her mouth.

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Monday was the start of a week that felt like things were coming
together; everyone was working to establish the new normal, a style of
operation and a regular schedule for the office. Mason had gotten up
early and left to go home for a change of clothes, leaving Anna and me
alone together for the first time in days. She invited me into bed with
her and let me lick her pussy for a while until her need to urinate
overcame her enjoyment of my oral ministrations.

"Do you think you could drink my pee without making a mess?" she asked
lazily.

"Mmm," I muttered, raising my face out of her pussy to answer. "I think
so, but you'll have to sit up." My pulse, already excited by worshiping
her pussy, quickened at the thought of swallowing her piss.

I got off the bed so she could sit up with her feet on the floor and I
got in position, kneeling between her legs as she spread her knees wide
to let me put my lips between her labia and fasten them to her urethral
opening.

"Ahhhh," she sighed as she let go her strong stream of morning piss, rich
with concentrated flavor from overnight abstention. It tasted so bitter
and rancid that I almost gagged, but in the act of forcing myself to
swallow it I experienced an emotional rush of love and desire for her
that almost brought me to tears. Anna placed her hand on my head and
sighed again. "What a good boy you are," she said softly. "Such a good
little toilet." She patted my head possessively in a way that made
deliriously happy.

We both showered and dressed and I fixed breakfast for us. It was nice
having time to chat. Anna was looking forward to going to work; she was
ready to start filling the openings on her staff. She said that Mona was
helping her in an HR capacity and had already scheduled several
interviews. I told her how impressed I was with Mona and how thrilled I
was to be working so close to Mason.

Anna asked me if I really wanted a management role. "How do you feel
about being the Chief Operations Officer? I mean, you seem so happy being
subservient to me and Mason. Are you sure you'll like being a boss?

I had never thought about it like that and I said so. Anna looked
thoughtful and asked, "Is Mona going to report to you, or is she just
going to be relegated to being Mason's assistant?

"I don't know," I answered. "We haven't discussed it yet."

"Hmm," was all Anna said in reply, but it really got me thinking.

By the time I got to the office, I was in a bit of a quandary. I had
already had concerns about encroaching on Mona's turf, and with Anna's
observation about my predilections on my mind I was beginning to feel
apprehensive about holding a C-level position in this fast-growing
organization. After all, my success to date - what had made my agency
attractive to Mason - was mainly the result of my ability to please my
customers by serving them faithfully and dutifully. I knew I had plenty
of initiative, but I wasn't so sure I would be happy giving rather than
taking direction.

The morning went fast; everyone was busy and there was a palpable
optimism in the bustle around the office. I hadn't seen much of Mason or
Mona in all the comings and goings, until about noon when Mason stopped
by my office and said, "You don't have lunch plans, do you?" Not waiting
for an answer, he went on, "I'll order a couple of sandwiches. I want you
in my office at 12:30 sharp."

"Yes, sir!" I replied, grinning hopefully at his assumptions and his
authoritative demeanor; it boded well.

At exactly 12:29 I was on my feet and at his office door. He got up from
his desk, waved me in and said, "Close the door." There were two
sandwiches and bottles of flavored water on the conference table.

He unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants. He pointed to the table
before sitting down. "I hope it's not too cramped for you under there."

"No, sir," I said eagerly, getting on my knees and crawling into place.

He sat down and spread his legs. "I'm having a sandwich; I thought you
might like your dessert first," he said, chuckling,

"Mmmm," I said, having already grasped his semi-soft dick and put it to
my lips. I kissed it wetly and closed my lips around it's shapely head.

"Bon Appetit," he said heartily and bit into his sandwich as I explored
the familiar dimensions expanding in my mouth.

I sucked avidly, hungrily in fact (in more ways than one). I was
surprised how long he lasted. He had finished eating before he grunted
deeply and flooded my mouth with several large spurts of thick, delicious
sperm. I had enjoyed every second of the sucking, but not as much as the
climax, with its spasms of pulsing cock-flesh, the outpouring of
mouth-filling cum, and the satisfying sensation of success and reward for
a job well done. I'm happy to say that this became a regular event; from
then on, this was how we did lunch almost every day that both Mason and I
were in the office.

Mona was returning from her lunch when I emerged from Mason's office
carrying my sandwich back to my office to eat it. I wondered what she was
thinking.

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Things had settled into a comfortable daily routine when, a few days
later, Mona and I were in her office conferring over some new financial
reports. I still felt that our roles hadn't been properly delineated,
although it hadn't become a problem yet, but I hadn't had a chance to
discuss it with Mason. The only "meetings" I'd had with him had been with
my mouth too full of dick to talk.

Mona caught me off guard towards the end of our meeting. "Can I ask you a
very personal question?" she said, sounding uncharacteristically
tentative.

"Sure," I replied, nodding.

"Are you gay?" She said it in a way that sounded sympathetic. There was a
real warmth of concern in her voice that bordered on pity.

"No, I'm not gay..." I answered, trailing off with an implied "but" that
suggested there was more I wasn't saying. I tried to smile reassuringly
to tell her that I was not put off by her question..

She didn't look convinced. "I mean, I'm not blind. I see everything that
goes on here," she said, encouraged by my tone to pry further. "And don't
forget, I've worked for Mason for over 20 years... through two divorces,"
she added. "I know what he's like." She looked at me searchingly.

I nodded. I had decided to be frank with her; I just didn't know how far
to go with it.

"You must know he's having an affair with your wife. Don't you?" she
asked gently.

I nodded again. "Yes. I know everything." I tried my reassuring smile
again.

"Then the baby is his, isn't it?"

"Yes. We're having his baby." I wanted her to know that I was involved,
that I wasn't a victim.

"Okay,,." she continued. "And what's with these lunches? What are you
doing while he eats his lunch? 'Cause you're not having yours till
after."

I blushed vividly, but I smiled too, warmed by the serious look on her
face, so concerned and animated with interest. I thought she looked
beautiful, her large, clear eyes wide with curiosity.

"I suck his cock," I answered. I think I inadvertently licked my lips a
little.

"I knew it!" she proclaimed, triumphant. Her wide eyes narrowed a bit.
"But... how is that not gay?" she queried, like a DA extracting a
confession.

"I like it, I like to pleasure him. It makes me feel good to... to bring
him off."

"And that's not gay?" Mona said, persisting.

"It's hard to explain," I began. "I still love women - my wife, I mean -
and women in general... I mean attracted to them." I hesitated,
regrouping my thoughts. "This thing with Mason... It's all new. He's
so... I don't know... superior, you know? Makes me feel submissive. And
it turns out I like that. Being submissive. Um, to him. Sucking his cock,
making him cum. It's very satisfying to me..." I looked her in the eye.
"Is that gay? Maybe it is, but I don't want to kiss him or hold hands.
I'm not in love with him like I am with Anna. I just like being used by
him. It's humiliating in a way. But I guess that's what I like. I like
him to dominate me."

"Wow!' was all Mona said. Her eyes were wide again and her big, red lips
were parted slightly, showing her bright, white teeth, all the whiter in
contrast to her dark brown skin. It was a look of keen, perhaps prurient,
interest.

"I know it's weird," I said, "but it's been an incredible experience. Not
just for me. For Anna too. We're both really happy with this
arrangement." I looked in her eyes to gauge her comprehension. "You've
worked with her; you see that, don't you?"

"Yes. She's radiant." Then, shaking her head slightly, she added, "But
what's in it for you? How can you stand to share her like that? I would
think that would be really hard."

"I know. It should be, right?" The conversation was becoming deeply
personal and I found it increasingly arousing to bare my soul to this
older and wiser woman. The deeper she delved into my intimate feelings,
the more I felt she was gaining power over me. It was a delicious
sensation, like being stripped and placed helpless at her feet, an image
that appeared in my mind as I made my confession. "I'm not really sharing
her, though," I said, feeling bolder. "It's more like I've given up my
right to her. It's what she wants too."

Mona looked surprised, but it also looked like she was beginning to get
the picture. I'm sure she found my lack of shame telling. It made me
realize that I was proud of my submissiveness; I wanted her to know it.
How can I find pride in humiliation, I wondered; but that's what I felt.

"So you don't have sex with her at all?" Mona inquired.

"No, not any more. Not since we started this with Mason," I said, and
watched her sympathy turning into something harder. Was she losing
respect for me? It seemed likely. Is that what I wanted? In some strange
way I knew it was. I wanted to be laid bare and vulnerable to her. "She's
supposed to have his babies... instead of mine."

I could tell she was beginning to enjoy the vulnerability that I was
exposing to her when she observed, "So you're not sharing her with him;
you're sharing him with her."

"Yes ma'am," I responded. I was glad that she had grasped the gist of it
She may have lost her respect for me, but not my respect for her.

Her luscious lips smiled knowingly; her bright eyes twinkled with a
prurient pleasure. "So you're a cocksucking cuckold," she stated flatly,
"And you like it!" she added with a touch of mirth.

"Yes, ma'am," I repeated, hoping to signal my submissiveness, my desire
to be under her control too.

"Are you allowed to have any sex at all?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am," I answered, "but only oral." Then, realizing my omission, I
added, "Except with Mason..." I was hesitant to complete the thought.

"What about Mason?" Mona demanded.

"He fucks me sometimes." I willed my face to be expressionless, although
I was feeling that ecstatic rush of humiliation that I craved. I wanted
her to see me as the pathetic faggot Mason had taught me to be.

"Oh my god!" Mona exclaimed, giving me my satisfaction. "You let him...
He fucks you AND your wife? That's incredible!" I was thrilled to hear
the glee in her voice that accompanied the sound of her disgust.

"Yes, ma'am. It's a privilege to serve him." I watched for her reaction.

"He fucks both of you and... So, he does all the fucking in this ménage à
trois. He's the man; and you're what? Not a man, obviously. What are you,
then?"

"I'm the dutiful husband to my wife and the faithful servant to my lord
and master," I responded somewhat eagerly. These were words I had
rehearsed in my mind ever since the mating had begun; I had just never
said them out loud. They had a profound effect on my equilibrium; I felt
practically orgasmic in my humility before Mona, as before a goddess.

Mona clearly picked up on my state of mind. "You really are pathetic,
aren't you?" she stated with a tentative but palpable degree of derision.

"Yes, ma'am," I answered humbly, conveying my joyful acceptance of her
scorn with my soft voice and puppy-dog eyes.

"My god, boy, you really love this shit, don't you?" She looked at me
with both wonder and contempt. And did I detect perhaps a little arousal
too? Was she, like Anna, turned on by seeing me degraded? Oh, I hoped so!

"I bet you're hard as a rock," she continued, contemplating my mental
state. "Do you get hard talking like that?"

"No, ma'am. I can't get hard. I'm not allowed to." I considered
explaining further, but she figured it out by herself.

"Are you in chastity?" Her pretty eyes narrowed, appraising me yet again.
"I've read about this... Did they lock you up so you can't use your
dick?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She grinned. It was an evil grin, I know, but oh, so sexy! "Show me." She
glanced over my shoulder. "Close the door first."

I got up and closed the door.

"Go on. Take down your pants. Don't just stand there like an idiot!"

I was standing there like an idiot. I felt like one, like I was suddenly
too feeble-minded to do anything without being told. I undid my pants and
lowered them.

"Your shorts too. Don't be stupid."

I pulled my underwear down too and exposed my metal cock-cage. I glanced
down. It was bulging a bit with red, swollen cock-flesh. It throbbed
painfully in the sudden coolness.

"My, oh my," Mona said admiringly. "Don't you look sad." She looked up at
my face. "Would you like to take it out? Would you like to stroke it for
me?"

"Yes, ma'am. I would do anything for you, but I don't have the key."

"Well, of course not, stupid." She seemed to enjoy impugning my
intelligence. "Anything?" she taunted. "Like what? What do you think I
would want you to do for me?"

I blushed. I wanted her, but I was afraid of presuming too much. "I would
kiss and lick you... anywhere you want." Had I gone too far? I decided it
didn't matter. I quickly added, "Anna says I'm a good pussy-licker..." It
sounded tentative, like a question.

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" she said mockingly. "Why should I
give you the pleasure? What makes you think you're worthy of tasting my
pussy?" Her tone make my cock throb painfully again. She noticed my
discomfort. "Does it hurt?"

"Not too much, ma'am. I'm used to it."

She reached out her hand and cupped my balls. "I think you like the
pain," she said softly with an edge of menace. "Do you like pain, slut?"
She squeezed my balls. It hurt.

"Ow! No, ma'am. No, please don't!" I cried. But my cock throbbed and,
even more telling, I felt a spasm in my ass; I recognized a tingling in
my prostate. Mona did not stop. Rather, glaring cruelly, she pulled down
hard on my helpless balls and twisted them as her grip crushed my tender
testes.

"Uhhhnnnggg," I groaned and, to my surprise, I felt a jolt go up my spine
and the familiar spasms of a prostate orgasm. A trickle of pale white
fluid dripped from my imprisoned cockhead.

"What's this? Are you coming, you little slut?" she said, yanking my
balls down again.

We both stared at the drippings on her wrist. "Owww... I think so," I
managed to reply through the mingled pain and pleasure. "You made me
cum..."

"How pathetic is that!" she exclaimed, shaking her head in wonder. Her
grip had loosened, but she tightened it again ad pulled me forward and
down. My knees, already wobbly from coming, gave way and I went down on
my knees in front of her chair, my face inches from hers. "What do you
say, slut?" she whispered menacingly, leaning forward in my face.

"Thank you, ma'am," I answered, wanting desperately to please her,
quivering in orgasmic aftermath.

"Thank you for what?" she demanded haughtily.

"Thank you for hurting me, ma'am," I said in my most humble, adoring
tone, "and for making me cum." My eyes filled with tears of longing for
her approval.

She didn't sound happy with my response, but she released my balls and
raised her arm to my face. "Look at the mess you made." Her wrist was wet
with my cum.

"May I lick it off for you? Please, ma'am?" I asked as humbly as I could
in my eagerness.

She nodded. I leaned forward and licked her wrist clean and applied my
lips to kiss her smooth, brown skin.

"Get up and get out of here," she ordered, withdrawing her arm. She
sounded cold and impersonal, but I heard, and I saw in her eyes, some
signs of smug satisfaction and a haughty imperiousness that gave me great
hope.


To be continued.