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Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

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I watched my beautiful young wife as she dressed for the New Year’s party. We were talking about how she had to watch her drinking because we both knew she couldn’t hold her alcohol very well at all. The last time she almost got herself into a position to get raped by two men.

I smiled over her beauty. Candace had just turned nineteen two weeks earlier and had the looks of an angelic vixen. She had one of those pathetic new wave haircuts that’s as short as most men wear, but I have to admit, that on her it looked hot. She had nice tits that she always complained were too small. She had a 34C chest and they were scrumptious to nurse on from my perspective. The only thing hotter on her body was her pert little bubble butt.

We had been in love for two years before getting married, and our affair started in high school. I didn’t know it at the time, but I almost lost my chance with her over my nickname; Bug. It stuck on me after eating a live grasshopper when I was fourteen. I was known as the kid that would eat anything.

We have a pretty fabulous sex life and I get laid twice as often as any of my friends. There’s only a couple of things that bother me about it though. She loves to suck my cock, but gets pissed if I ever dump a hint of cum in her mouth. And the other is that she loves to flirt. She doesn’t really know what she’s doing by it, but it drives me up the wall just thinking about another guy getting to hose her down. To her, it’s just harmless fun. I know she gets off on sticking it to me by the look in her eyes though. They grow wide when she sees me react to her even touching another guy’s arm. But in the end it usual gets me a pretty fabulous fuck.

“What do you think Bug? Is this a great looking piece of ass or what?”

I checked her out really well and wondered if I might have time to bend her over the kitchen counter before we left, but the party we were going to was at a new acquaintances house and I didn’t want to be late. He was a possible work related opportunity that I didn’t want to miss out on. I had asked Candace to make herself the eye catching beauty she was to make sure I got a lot of face time with him. And boy, did she do a fine job of it. She had on a short, red pleated skirt and an off the shoulder peasant blouse that would make any guy want to push it lower. I lifted the skirt to find a complimentary thong and got an instant boner.

We only got to within a block of the address and had to walk from there. Evidently, a hundred people had been invited and by the noise, a lot of them appeared to be in the back yard. It was a warm night for California, even by our standards. There was a cool breeze though that kept Candace’s nipples sticking out to greet our hosts. We wandered around the party for a half hour before I found my new friend, but to my dismay, he was already half in the bag and barely recognized me. He didn’t seem to have a problem noticing my wife’s boobs, nor her ass as we walked away.

There seemed to be many biker type men at the party that didn’t seem to fit into the décor of the house. I found out later that they had been invited because one of them was a drug dealer that was a friend of the hosts’ baby brother. Candace seemed to like flirting with every one of them and it was making me rather nervous. I was no slouch myself, but I certainly didn’t measure up to their bulk. I tried to simmer her down, but as usual, it backfired when she saw it was getting to me.

By ten-thirty Candace was getting pretty tipsy. I kept taking drinks away from her, but strangers kept putting more into her hand just as fast. It was obvious that she was getting rather horny, because she kept grabbing my ass. The real problem began when two guys walking around the party got attracted by me sweet Ol‘ Lady. One held a camera and the other held an armful of stringed beads. They were doing the Mardi Gras thing of offering beads for a quick flash of the flesh for the camera.

I was about to tug her away when she noticed the guy with the camera and wanted to see more. When she got their offer, she pulled her top down without a bit of hesitation. When the man with the beads saw she wasn’t wearing a bra, I thought I was going to have to pull him off her. She even turned around voluntarily and lifted the back of her skirt to show a fully bare ass. The string of her thong was tucked clear out of sight between those lovely cheeks of hers.

I tugged her arm until she followed me into another room, but when I turned around to warn her to cool it, I saw that two people had sort of followed us. I tugged her away again until we were in the backyard by the pool and at a makeshift bar. I begged her to control herself, but she called me a prude and wanted to go home.

“We can’t have that, now can we pretty little lady?”

I turned around and saw the two people that had followed us a moment earlier. The man that had spoken was about six inches taller than myself and was accompanied by what I considered was probably a date. It turned out they were married as well and she didn’t mind at all that her husband hit on strange women. He introduced himself as Barry and his wife was named Meg. He tried to discourage Candace from leaving and had little trouble in doing just that. Within two minutes, he had her drinking yet another drink and dismissing me like a crotchety old grandfather.

It wasn’t much longer before Barry chose to sit on the other side of my wife and Meg sidled up next to me. From anyone else’s view, they would have seen that Meg was just trying to keep me busy so that her husband could hit on Candace without me interfering. It turned out they were hunting for a good time and we had become their prey for the evening.

When I saw what Barry was trying to do, Meg grabbed me back to face her and told me to let them enjoy themselves. She made her own offer of seduction towards me and that was when I noticed her body for the first time. She wasn’t my type at all and seemed to be more macho than feminine. But there was something about her face that seemed soothing to me. I spent the next half hour turning back and forth trying to keep an eye on Candace and to be nice to Meg at the same time.

I caught Meg winking at Barry and turned to see him helping Candace to her feet. I asked her where she thought she was going, but Barry spoke for her.

“We’re taking a little walk. You want to come watch, or you want her to tell you all about it when she gets back?”

I protested their going anywhere together, but Barry pushed me back onto my barstool very forcefully. Meg jumped in to try to bargain with me by telling me to just let her husband enjoy himself. But when he started to walk Candace away, I saw she was way past the point of being able to consent to anything. I tugged my arm away from Meg’s hold and began following them. I kept trying to talk sense into my wife, but she said she was only going to have a little fun and again called me a prude.

We got to the edge of the partiers and I grabbed her arm to stop her. The next thing I knew I was launched backwards into the side of a storage shed of some kind. Under any normal circumstance, Candace would have stepped in and demanded my release, but whatever he had led her to believe made her stay off and watch instead. I took a couple of swipes at his arm, but he was a great deal stronger than I was and lifted me off the ground with one hand.

I expected to get hit or at least pummeled with a slurry of offensive putdowns, but instead, he smiled slowly and grabbed me by my collar. Suddenly, I was the one being pulled along and Candace was following us on Meg’s arm. I heard her ask what Barry was doing and Meg told her not to worry. I was guided through the doorway of the shed and the girls followed us in. Barry told Meg to barricade the door and she propped an old chair under the doorknob to lock people out. I started to get scared that I was about to get the beating of my life all because Candace couldn’t handle her booze.

Barry grabbed me by the collar in both hands now and forced me to my knees. Any man knows this as a position he should never find himself in and I struggled to keep my feet under me. It was impossible and soon the girls were watching me get manhandled. Barry wasn’t saying a word, but the look on his face was telling me a million things; all warnings to behave and do as I was told.

I found myself being flung backwards into the rear wall of the shed, and when I went to get to my feet, Barry warned me not to stand again. I stopped myself and waited to see what he had in mind. Meg came over and knelt down beside me and grabbed me by my crotch.

“Honey,” she said, “I think we have a little boy here. He might be gay because he’s as limp as a soggy noodle.”

Barry grabbed Candace and pulled her to him by her bare waist and I grew pissed that she wasn’t fighting back to stop him. Meg’s hands were thwarting my attempts to get to my feet and then she grabbed my balls really hard.

“Just watch your little sweetheart give it up and you’ll get to keep these. Understand me?”

I looked her in the eye and knew she wouldn’t hesitate to castrate me by the look on her face. All I could do was watch as Barry ran his hands up the back of my wife’s legs until his hands were under her skirt and squeezing her bare ass. I grew even more pissed off when I saw her subtle gesture of pushing her pelvis forward into his crotch. I knew she was drunk and thought she was just flirting, but Barry had a lay in his hands that he was going to make the best of before letting us go.

I made a sudden attempt to stand that was met with an instantly excruciating strangle of my balls and I sat back against the wall. Candace heard my scream of pain and began pushing away from Barry. He grabbed her back to him, kissed her roughly, and then promised that I wouldn’t get hurt if she took care of him. To her, that comment meant a blowjob. Her eyes flashed to me briefly and instead of fighting him, she made him promise not to hurt me. I swore at her and was ordered to keep my mouth shout. She looked at me one more time as he promised her, and she slowly went to her knees.
I watched as she reached up to begin opening his pants and got a hard slap across the face from Meg when I began calling her a whore. In her state of mind, she didn’t like being called that anymore than our attackers. My balls got squeezed so hard all I could do was scream one long, “Ahhhhh”.

Candace went back to opening his pants and I watched her pull them down to his ankles. His underwear came down next and I couldn’t help but notice that Candace instantly became enamored with the cock bobbing in front of her face. His cock was a lot thicker than mine, an inch longer, and appeared rock hard for her. I knew from standing blowjobs I had received from her in the past that she liked my legs spread so she could get her hands around my balls to feel them. So, it wasn’t unusual to see her working to get his pants, underwear, and shoes off so he was free to spread his.

I watched her pull his cock down to meet her mouth and she took that first wanton grab with her lips around the head of his cock. She pulled away and gave him the same warning that I always received at this point. “Don’t even think of cumming in my mouth.”

She went back to sucking him off and he told her that he got blowjobs his way. That brought her back to reality and she pulled away to verbally fight him over the issue. When she tried pulling away again, he stabbed her head while he held it coarsely in his hands by his fingers tangled in her hair. He kept telling her that he was going to shove his load right down her throat despite what she wanted. Then things took a very bad turn for me.

Meg said, “Well, if your girlfriend won’t do it Barry, try this one. For some reason he grew really hard watching her lips around your cock. I told you he was gay.”

I started protesting all over again, but I saw a look in Barry’s eyes that told me I was in serious peril. He looked down at Candace as he let her pull away and asked her, “What do you think? If you aren’t going to swallow, maybe he will, huh?”

Candace finally started thinking about me and how brutal of an assault that would be on my manhood. She tried bargaining with him and even began offering to allow him to fuck her instead. He went back to filling her mouth with his cock and she kept trying to pull away from his assault. But he had a really good grip on her and demanded that one of us was going to swallow his load.

Candace had a lot better effort at getting away from him than I did from the death grip Meg still had on my balls. She had started to work my pants open despite my hands grabbing to stop her. Between screaming in pain and missing her fast working hands, she finally got my pants opened and pushed them and my underwear down enough to get a hold on my prick with her other hand. My balls were aching from her imprisonment of them and I found my hands grabbing for any hold they could find to deal with the pain in my groin. Finally, I had to relent and allowed her to work her hands freely over my cock and balls.

When I looked back at my wife, she had gotten to her feet and was actively trying to kiss Barry. I could tell she was trying to bargain with him and after several minutes I could see she was making some headway, although at the expense of allowing her top to be pulled over her head. Barry was bending down to maul her tits with his mouth. She was a sucker for that and soon she was pulling his head tighter against her chest. I couldn’t hear what they were talking about anymore, but Candace kept looking my way as if trying to figure something out.

Meg was having a good time demeaning my hardon as puny, and ridiculing me for getting so hard watching my wife getting laid. Barry called her over to the two of them and promised me that he would make me his bitch if I moved an inch. I knew he meant it and stayed put. The three of them started talking really low and I could see that the grabbing of my wife’s tits was getting her to that dangerous point. Between being in the bag and turned on by both Barry and Meg working her chest like pros, her face was showing signs of accepting whatever they were offering her. She took one long look my way while Meg sucked on her left nipple, and then I saw her saying to Barry, “Okay… but just a little.”

I looked down and became aware that I was just as hard as Meg had been proclaiming and thought about making a run for it, but there was no way Candace could take flight with me. The next thing I knew, Barry and Meg was walking Candace over to me.

“This fine little piece of ass just gave you up.” Barry continued as I choked on what that might mean. “She wants to see just how queer you are, boy. Suck on this a bit for her.”

He was holding his cock out towards me and I started pushing back against the wall as if it might save me. Candace started telling me that he just wanted to have a little fun with me and that I ought to just suck it up. Meg started captivating my wife by making out with her and Barry commented on the fact that I was still sporting a hardon. From there it was a very unfair fight between me and Barry as he worked me up to my knees and grabbed a fistful of my hair. He shook my head around a little and demanded I get to work on him. We tussled back and forth for a minute, and then I saw that Meg and my wife were standing beside us watching. The look on my wife’s face was full of heat. I couldn’t believe that she was getting hot over my demise, but she was enthralled with every one of Barry’s successes.

He finally got my head backed into a corner and my back was against a wall. With one massive hand gripping my hair, he used the other to wipe the head of his cock across my lips several times.

Meg kept demanding me to open my mouth and soon I even heard Candace say, “Go ahead honey, try it. It won’t kill you.”

I couldn’t believe that she wanted to see me do that to another guy. I kept getting my head turned enough to keep him from working himself through my lips. Then it became bargaining time. My head was slammed against the wall to get my attention.

Barry said, “Suck it on your own and I won’t make you swallow my load.”

I looked up at him and he studied my face to see if I would agree. Both of the girls were coaxing me to open up for him, and finally I decided to take the lesser of two evils. I slowly opened my lips slightly and immediately Barry pushed his cock into my mouth. I gagged over the nastiness of the act and he began pushing back and forth until I gagged on every thrust inward.

I heard Candace gasp. “Alright, do it babe. See, it’s not so bad.”

I watched her getting her pussy felt up by Meg as she sucked on her nipples. I have to admit, that even as I was getting my mouth pummeled by another man, seeing Candace’s skirt being dragged down her legs by another beast of a woman made me aware that I was harder than ever. Meg knelt to one side, yanked her thong to meet her skirt at the floor, and began rubbing her neatly trimmed bush.

Meg asked me, “What do you think, boy? You like sucking on juicy pussies as much as man cock?”

I tried to defend myself, but not a sound could be heard around my consistent gagging. Then Barry pushed harder against me and the girls went out of my sight. My head was getting thumped against the wall and just as I was worried that he wasn’t going to hold to his word about not making me swallow his cum, he backed away, and his cock fell out of my mouth.

Meg ushered Candace in front of me and began taunting me to suck on her pussy to prove I didn’t just like guys.

Candace said, “Come on honey. Show them how good you eat me.”

I pushed her away from me and took a slap to the face from Meg. Barry thrust my head into the wall and ordered me to take care of his new girl. I was appalled by his suggestion that Candace was his girl, but I knew the beating would only progress if I didn’t comply. So when Candace got back in front of me and grabbed for the back of my head, I let her lead my mouth to her cunt.

I didn’t realize until I got started that Candace was going to turn into a nymph the second I got her turned on. Sucking her pussy was my specialty and I loved doing it under normal conditions, but it would also make her a mad woman over her need to get off. She forgot all about the other couple and began going into her own world. She was soon rubbing herself off on the efforts of my tongue and mouth. She became quite verbal and as she often would do in the privacy of our bedroom, began ordering me to do her just right. She was just about on top of my head with me looking straight up, her body tight against the wall herself. Then her moaning told me she was about to cum.

It felt like she was going to break my neck when she began bucking uncontrollably against my head. Her usual muffled screams were a little louder than normal. And when she screamed she was cumming, I could hear Barry and Meg delighting in my ability.

Candace walked backwards on her tiptoes to get away from me and I figured my torture was over. Meg chuckled and pointed out that I had lost my erection and told the others that that proved I was gay. Barry whispered something to Meg and she turned towards the door to leave. I started to get to my feet, but was again ordered to sit back down. I watched as Barry swept my now fully nude wife to the door as it shut behind Meg, and he started to lift her up. I knew he was raising her into position to fuck her and my heart turned to a jealous mush. It got so much worse for me when I saw her wrap her legs around his hips as if to show her willingness, and then worked her hands to position his cock.

I called her a bitch and a whore and what I got from her in return ached in my heart. She needed to get fucked so bad that she abandoned me entirely. She threw me a look of disdain and stared at me until Barry got his cock started into my wife. It was easy to determine when he impaled her from seeing her eyes roll back. I saw her rubbing his back to spur him on and I threw more names at her. I felt like I had just been bested by a stronger bull on the plains. All I could do was watch them fuck with my wife’s back plastered against the door. A part of me died when I heard her begin encouraging him to hit her harder.

When I called her a fucking whore one more time, I lost any affection she might have left for me. She stared me down and said, “He fucks so good. I never knew what I was missing.”

I wanted to crawl into a hole to die.

“Now,” she said, “I know why you were so hard when he was fucking your mouth. He’s fucking unbelievable.”

I turned away and it only seemed to magnify the horrific things she was saying to demean me, and at the same time, spur her new lover into greater action. When she told me I could go ahead and jack myself off since I was so hard, I felt like a little kid getting raped.

A rap started on the door and it was Meg coming back. Without missing a beat, Barry lifted my wife away from the door and continued fucking my wife as his wife pushed her way through the door. She pushed the chair under the knob again and came over to watch her husband finish fucking Candace. The bitch even urged her husband to do a better job fucking his bitch for the night.

Barry dropped my wife off his cock to the floor and spun her around. I could see she was trying to figure out what he wanted her to submit to, but she didn’t have to do a thing. He bent over, grabbed her ankles and made her fall forward. She caught herself on her hands just as he lifted her legs into the air, spread wide. She understood he wanted to fuck her in this highly unusually position and reached back to place his cock in the proper place for him. She squealed delightfully when he worked his way back into her. He fucked her for a minute with her trying to hold herself up, then he hoisted her higher until her hands couldn’t reach the floor.

He started walking around the small room with her impaled against him, fucking the crap out of her in midair. Her hands and legs flailed around haplessly while he supported her weight by grabbing her tits in both his hands. The only sounds besides the fucking noises emanating from the two of them was Candace saying over and over, “Oh my god, fuck me.”

A few seconds later I saw Barry giving his final hard thrusts that clearly indicated he was filling her cunt with his cum. I was disgusted that she had not only abandoned me, but had so enjoyed herself. He let her back down to her hands and backed away while dropping her abdomen. She fell to the floor and rolled over onto her back, and stared at me.

Meg smiled at me and said, “Party time, sissy.”

I was trying to understand her statement and watched as she went over to Candace. She spread her legs as she knelt down between them. Seemingly out of nowhere, she produced a shot glass and used it to scoop up some of the cum running from my wife’s hole. Candace looked surprised and Meg leaned over her to whisper something to her. When she pulled back, my wife was grinning ear to ear. Candace sat up on her elbows, stared me down, and Meg went back to holding the shot glass to her pussy.

Meg coaxed her to squeeze her muscles to push Barry’s cum out of her cunt. I watched her milk my wife and use her finger to scoop as much sperm out of her and into the glass as she could. Candace had a really mean look on her face and she never took her eyes off me. When Meg was sure she had as much as possible, I half expected her to give the glass to my wife to gulp down. And then she did. I watched her get to her feet, holding the glass in her hand, and then smile broadly at me. But instead of downing the glass of scum, she walked closer to me.

I felt Barry’s hands on me and he jostled me around until he had me lying prone on the floor. He sat on my chest and wrestled my arms over my head. I struggled as hard as I could to get away from him, but then I understood what was going on. I looked past the hulk holding me prone and saw Candace kneeling down beside me. Meg was on the other side of me and coached her on. I knew what they wanted to do, but I wasn’t about to let that happen. But when I refused to open my mouth, Meg kneeled down and I felt her hand go back to my balls.

My once sweet wife had an evil look in her eyes as I felt my balls being constricted. Meg was demanding me to open my mouth as Barry warned me not to spill a drop. I couldn’t believe what they wanted me to do. Candace had the glass only six inches from my mouth and Barry told her to take over. She didn’t hesitate a moment.

“Open up sweetie. Here it comes… or should I say, here comes the cum.” Her smile was so wicked and the pain in my balls was excruciating. I finally had to cry out in pain and my wife began tilting the shot glass into my mouth. Barry gave me a final warning and I was forced to hold my mouth open as Candace poured the recovered sperm into my mouth. She started baby talking me into accepting my fate as the first of the disgusting mixture hit my tongue. I started gagging over the thought of what they were making me do.

I saw Barry’s face left me no choice in denying my task and suddenly there was a flash. I turned my eyes to see that Meg had also brought a camcorder back with her and she was taping my torment. I closed my eyes trying to turn it all into a bad nightmare. When I opened them again, Candace was running her finger around the inside of the glass to get the last of the cum out and wiped her finger off on the inside of my lips. Then she quickly covered my mouth.

“Swallow it, Bug. Just pretend it’s a grasshopper and swallow it all down.” Her eyes were on fire with lust over this carnal act she wanted to see me commit. “Come on now. You called me a whore, so let’s see who the real whore is here. I want to see you swallow a real man’s cock juice. He already turned you into a cocksucker… now I want to see you swallow every drop.”

Meg decided to help her out and pinched my nose closed. Barry told my wife to rub my throat and when she did, I found I had to swallow as a reflex. It was disgusting, but it went down easier than I would have believed. I gulped several times to make sure my mouth was empty and then I twisted my head to one side to breathe again.

“Okay, I did it. Let me go,” I screamed.

Everyone cheered over my humiliation and Meg went back to narrating the video she was still shooting. But Candace wasn’t done humiliating me yet and held the glass to my lips and told me to lick it clean. My arms were aching so bad that I decided to just comply and licked the inside of the glass. Barry decided I needed a final embarrassment and pushed forward until his cock was bobbing over my mouth.

“Give me a little more sucking bitch.”

My eyes went to the camera and I wanted to refuse, but then my wife decided to help out. She took his cock and wiped it around my lips and continued until she successfully coerced me into opening up to receive it. She ordered me to suck it and I started lifting my head to do as I was told. I was forced to blow Barry for another minute until he got bored with my efforts. He got off my chest and released my hands, and I spun towards the floor to try to spit my mouth clean.

Candace sat next to me and proclaimed, “Ever going to call me a whore again?”

I have no idea what had turned her against me so fast, but all I could think of was her drunken lust. I knew that at a certain point she would lose control even with me, but this was too much. When I sat up and turned around I saw Barry sitting on a chair and Candace was settling down onto his lap getting her cunt fully explored in a ravenous fashion. They both took turns looking at me and Meg was reviewing the video. For some dumb reason I thought this would be the end of my torment, but little did I know.

The next half hour was spent with them talking about what to do with me. Candace implored them to help her keep from losing me over this event and Meg instantly held up the camera. My wife looked at it, and asked to see what she had gotten. She had just been asking for help to save her marriage, but she quickly became gleeful over the film so much that she was pointing out every detail she saw that thrilled her.

Every time I tried to speak, I was warned silent. They talked about me as if I was property and then, that’s what I became. Barry and Meg agreed to give Candace a copy of the film to hold over me. But when she agreed that that would work nicely to keep me in line, Meg demanded a price for it. Both Candace and myself were that price. They wanted to be able to “play” with us from time to time. I should have been amazed to see how fast she accepted their offer, but I wasn’t.

I received a solid fifteen minutes of threats and intimidation to comply with every order given to me by my wife from Barry. Most of the time was spent with my feet off the floor and my back to the wall. I was told to expect my first “play date” the coming Friday night when they dropped off the copy of the tape. And as if things couldn’t get any worse, my darling wife came over to me and forced me to ask them to come over to play with me and fuck the hell out of her again. I took several bashings against the wall before I asked them to come on Friday to abuse me some more.

Barry walked me out of the shed with the girls behind us just at the stroke of midnight. All the partiers began cheering and roaring over the new year as I was led to my car. I was forced to drive Barry and my wife to our house while Meg followed in their car. I knew the night wasn’t going to end there and it didn’t. As soon as we got inside the house, Barry started getting Candace to chug several shots of Tequila they had with them. When they had her nicely wasted again, they started on me all over.

Barry took great pleasure in physically stripping off my clothes a little at a time. Candace was throwing out things she had always wanted to see a guy forced to do and how seeing it happen to me was electrifying to her. It came out that she had always harbored a dark side of her sexuality and seeing me being manhandled by a more dominant male was one of her most desired passions. There wasn’t a thing coming out of her mouth that reminded me of the girl I had fallen in love with and just married a year ago.

Before long, everyone was nude and I watched as Meg started a full long make out session with Candace. Barry came over and sat next to me on the couch where I had been ordered to stay. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I realized he was trying to display his domination over me. He did his best to make me feel beneath him and verbally abused my ego.

At one point I saw the girls were watching my humiliation and whispering to each other. That’s when I saw Candace give me the hairy eyeball as she got up and went over to the computer. While she turned it on, Meg went out to retrieve the camera from her car. When she got back, the two of them worked to make a copy of the video they had made right then. Barry continued keeping me occupied by taunting me with names and constantly pulling my face into his crotch. After a short time I was becoming aware of my plight and knew that there might not be an end to this harassment if I didn’t put a stop to it right then and there.

I wrestled myself free when Barry was paying attention to the girls and made a break for the bedroom. Before I even had a chance to do anything, Barry was behind me and tackling me to the bed. His hands began to probe my body to show me I held no power against his advantage of size. I think the most demeaning part of my ordeal at the moment was the way he took my prick between two fingers and jerked on it bizarrely to demean it’s size. But sadly, the motion began making me get hard and that just started him on another rant about how I was falling in love with him. One thing was for sure; he was pretty well versed in emasculating a man.

I found myself being bent in half to place my mouth into his crotch again, but this time he forced me to begin sucking on him. My body was so contorted that I had to make a serious effort to make my mouth bob even an inch. I think it was making me struggle so hard to meet his demands that interested him, but it was equally applauded by my wife when she came into the room. She watched me having to perform this act of degradation for a moment and then asked Barry to usher me back to the computer.

When I was in place, Meg ran the full-sized copy they had made. I thought that I could easily destroy the file later on, and as I watched myself being tormented on the movie, I had a sinking feeling that I wasn’t getting out of this situation easily. My best hope was that my wife would come to her senses when she sobered up. Candace grabbed my jaw when I looked away and jovially coerced me into watching as I gulped under her hand on my throat. I watched her face on the movie and Candace was beside herself and elated over my torment. She really had enjoyed the hell out of forcing me to drink that glass of scum.

I made one sincere effort to say that I didn’t care about the tape, but I watched my sweet wife turn in her drunken state and say to me, “You sure about that?” With that she tapped a few keys and brought up our email program. There was a letter sitting there that seemed written by myself. It proclaimed that I was coming out of the closet and wished to announce it to all my family and friends by allowing them to see the tape. My eyes darted to the top header and I saw that a copy of the file had been attached.

“No,” I yelled, “you can’t do that to me Candace. How could you…?” And then I looked at the address box and saw the first address was to my parents, the second my boss, and then the others were a compilation of addresses of my closest friends. “You can’t do this to me Candace. Please?”

Candace told me it was already to go and dared me to hit the send button. I couldn’t speak anymore and could only shake my head side-to-side in disbelief. I felt Barry grabbing my right hand and start pulling it towards the keyboard. I pulled back, but his intent was obvious. The more I struggled, the harder and more fixed he became in making it my hand that would be the element of my humiliation and destruction.

With my hand only inches from the keyboard, Candace offered me a way out. “Barry, wait a minute. Maybe we can work something out.” She brought her lips close to my ear and whispered, “Offer to suck him off and maybe he’ll stop.”

I snapped my head to see a delightful smile on her face and grimaced over how evil she had become towards me. I continued fighting to get my hand away from the keyboard, but Barry used one of his hands to pull my index finger out of the ball of my fist and held it out. He kept edging my finger towards the button and I was begging and pleading for him to stop; for Candace to make him stop. With my finger only an inch away from sending this horribly embarrassing movie clip to everyone I knew, I screamed out, “Okay!”

Everything stopped for the moment, but when I didn’t spell it out, Barry started my finger towards the button again. I didn’t even hear myself doing it at first, but the words would echo minutes later in my mind.

“Okay… okay. I’ll do it.”

Barry amusingly pretended not to understand and told me to beg for it.

I looked at him briefly and began, “I’ll suck you off again. Please don’t do this to me… I’ll do as you want.” I saw he wasn’t pleased enough to let go of my hand, so I went for begging. “Please… let me suck your cock. If you don’t send this out, I’ll do it for you.” Still, he didn’t seem impressed with my quest and I went all out. “Please… let me suck you off. I want… I want to do it for you. I’ll make you feel really good.” He stopped moving my hand and I felt his grip on me loosen a little. “Please… let me do it for you again. I’ll do a really good job. I won’t make any waves. Let me prove it to you.”

Barry smiled and only had two words to say over his win. “Fast, bitch!”

He dropped my arm and I suddenly felt more nude than ever before. I had been stripped of every bit of dignity I ever had and my own wife had helped in my downfall. Barry had me backed up against the computer desk and I had to push on his chest to back him up enough so I could get to my knees. I heard Meg and Candace get all giddy over watching my humiliation and wasn’t at all surprised anymore to hear my wife whisper to Meg, “Look, he’s really going to do it. This is getting me so fucking hot.” And then to me, “Be a brave little boy, honey. Show Barry how well you’re going to behave for me. Show him how you can do anything once you set your mind to it.”

Taking another man’s pants down was so demeaning, but soon I was lifting his half hard cock towards my mouth when I heard Candace telling the two of them how I had gotten my nickname. Barry suggested that I might want to change it to Blowboy or Cumstain, Meg suggested Cumboy, but it was Candace’s suggestion that left me reeling. It told me that I had been a major part of her prior fantasies to such a point that she had already thought this out.

“I like something simple and less indicative so I can use it in mixed company. I think I’ll just call him Bitch. It’s short, says it all, and it’ll help keep him in line.” Then she seemed to try it out to see how it sounded out loud. “Work it Bitch! Suck that cock Bitch. I want to see you suck the cum right out of my man’s balls…” and as she got really close to my face added one more time, “Bitch!”

This was all so new to me and I had never thought that I’d ever do anything like this, but seeing this dark side of Candace had me so worried. I had to wonder if she really would have sent that file to everyone I knew, or was she just using it as a way to get what she wanted. And an even worse thought was what would she do with it once Barry and Meg were gone.

Somewhere along the line I escaped the place I was at between Barry’s legs and pondered my position and options. As long as that video was around, I had become a slave to it. I would lose everything if it ever got out and I would never be able to face anyone I knew ever again. That meant I would never be able to even see my family. How did this all happen? It was just suppose to have been a New Year’s bash that might land me some more work, but instead I suddenly found myself as no more than a sex slave for my wife and her new friends.

I felt a slap against the side of my face and heard, “Deeper, Bitch.”

It had been Barry and I heard Candace telling them that I must be enjoying myself so much that I was getting lost in my new chore. Barry was making a show of things for the girls and tested me thoroughly to see how much I could put up with, which wasn’t nearly as much as he wanted. I noticed that I was so worried over what was happening to me that I hadn’t even noticed that a new movie clip was being made, and I was the star attraction. With my hands on the front of Barry’s legs to keep some measure of control, I felt his muscles tighten. I knew I was in for hell again.

Barry made the girls aware that he was about to cum again and Candace got beside me. Meg brought the camera closer and Barry put one hand under my jaw to hold me tight and left his other entangled in my hair to control my behavior.

Candace cried out, “I want to see it go in again.”

Barry ordered me to hold my mouth open for him and continued fucking himself into my loosely held mouth. I heard Candace tell me that I’d better “do this right” and I closed my eyes to await my downfall. When I felt him pull away from me, I braced myself for the onslaught of warmth and humiliation is was cloaked in. His first shot of sperm shot into my mouth and hit the back, top of my mouth. The sensation made me gag, but I kept my mouth open for fear of getting a beating… or worse. He continued firing his load into my mouth until near the end, then he dumped the last couple of streams onto my face for the cameras sake I’m sure. I opened my eyes just as Candace began smearing his semen all over my face.

I was threatened into swallowing the cum in my mouth for a second time and began hating my wife at that point. She had become as much of an enemy as Barry and Meg.

As soon as they were finished with me and the light of the camcorder turned off, the girls went about transferring the file to the computer. Now they had even more blackmail evidence to hold over me and I knew I was going to have trouble finding a way out from under all this. It took them about a half hour to copy the file and then say their goodbyes. I heard them agreeing to having a “play date” with their new toy this coming Friday and was horrified by the excitement Candace was displaying. My only real hope of salvation was getting Candace sobered up and back to her senses. I knew I was totally powerless over this event, but I also knew she had plenty of power to end this night of horror for me.

It wasn’t until Meg and Barry finally left that I could really tell just how drunk my wife had become. But even though she had no more backup, it was embarrassing to see the way she treated me. She seriously thought she was going to keep me under her thumb and abuse me at will for her deviated pleasure. I decided that the best road to take with her was to let her sleep off her ignorance of the events and talked her into going to bed.

I didn’t know where the idea had come from, but just before getting into bed I watched my wife throw a couple of blankets and a pillow onto the floor beside the bed. I let it go until I laid on the bed next to her. She went into total bitch mode and kicked at me.

“You’re a fucking cocksucker. I don’t want you in my bed tonight. Sleep on the damn floor.”

I didn’t think it wise to get into an escalated fight with her in her condition, so I picked up the bedding and began leaving for the couch.

I heard her scream, “I didn’t tell you to leave asshole. I said, ‘sleep on the fucking floor’.”

I turned to see the ire in her eyes and really feared what she might do if I left, so I laid out the blankets on the floor next to the bed and made myself as comfortable as I could. It took me an hour to get to sleep, but right before I did, I did something that even appalled my own senses. When I heard Candace begin to snore lightly, I felt safe enough to think about what it had felt like being used by another man as I had. I couldn’t understand the reason why, but I had a raging hardon and needed to relieve myself.

I’ve always known in the past that I would always save a scene in my fantasy while masturbating for last and it would always be what I considered would be the hottest scene to spew my cum over. I sickened myself when that final scene was remembering the humiliation I felt as my wife dumped that shot glass of freshly collected sperm from her own cunt into my mouth. This was a secret I would carry to my grave.

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