'Carl? Come on in,' said Kaylee, chipper as always.
Holden wasn't exactly scared, but he wasn't not afraid either. The lube in his crack was reaching room temperature, and through the door came a lumbering figure he could barely see through his white eyeblinds.
He was on his knees, hands ziptied to the bedframe, a leather belt around his waist, and a choker around his throat.
He felt his wife's hand stroking his shoulder as she passed. The very same hand which just a few months prior had slapped Holden in the face in a spur of the moment while they had been fucking. Kaylee had gasped when she did it, but very quickly found that she enjoyed giving him red cheeks, or clawing his back.
A week later, while riding Holden vigorously, she had put her hand around his throat, restricting blood flow, completely controlling the situation. He had encouraged her to speak up a bit in the bed, try new things, and he didn't complain as he was seeing stars while cumming harder than ever before.
He hadn't complained when she had bought a small mischief whip to spice up the calendar-set Friday evenings either, which quickly expanded to become both Wednesdays, Saturdays, and whenever she was in the mood.
This Friday, however, had turned out a little different.
'Thanks. Kaylee, was it?' The barytone rumbled, making Holdens body tingle.
Kaylee gave a sound of affirmation.
'So this is tonights meat course,' said Carl.
'Yes, he's all yours.'
Holden felt a single hand span his entire buttock, and squeeze it. He gasped as a finger entered his ass a bit too quickly.
He felt every nerve ending in his sphincter fire off as the fingers curled upwards and straightened again, knowingly toying around for Holdens prostate. No, it wasn't two fingers, it was one. Carl had to be huge.
What had been Holden's scared, withdrawn olive turtle of a penis, soon grew into the tool he had worked his magic with all these years. Not amazingly large, but it did the job.
The first time they had fucked, Kaylee had called it the most aestethic hardon she had ever seen - a slightly upward-curving, well-proportioned cock, dark red at the head, and transforming along the lightly veined shaft into his suntanned groin.
He moaned, and quickly felt a rap across his back with the now familiar mischief whip.
'Ah ah ah!' Kaylee interrupted. 'Who told you you could speak, Princess?'
The nickname had come out a couple of weeks ago, and stuck.
'No one, Mistr-' Another whack across his shoulder blades. He had provoked her on purpose this time.
'You speak, when I tell you to. Now, tell me why you are in this precarious position.'
'Because I have been a bad Princess,' Holden answered. He knew his part in the play.
'I'm to be punished, and today Mistress has found a very special punishment for me.'
Carl laughed: 'Punishment? I'm no punishment, I'm a gift. Consider it an internal redecoration.'
Kaylee chimed in. 'That's right, because you're such a good Princess, I've decided to let someone do what I cannot.'
Not for a lack of trying. One night, around two months ago, Kaylee had sent Holden a picture while he was at work. A surprise pic of her shapely ass from behind, with a harness, her legs apart, and the tip of a strapon visible between her legs with the text:
'Ready?'.
He hadn't been opposed to the idea, it didn't look too big on the picture, and his work desk suddently hadn't felt large enough to cover the growing bulge in his pants. Lunch break had been taken in his office that day, sending a looping video back, of himself coming to the picture, with 'Ready!' pasted on top.
He was not, however, prepared for the harness to be interchangeable with several pieces. Kaylee had blown off a sizeable amount on different strapons, ranging in size from small candles or vibrating plugs, to what Holden could only describe as a floppy rolling pin, which she had dubbed The Baton, even though it was easily larger than any police baton he had ever seen.
She had spared him the largest one that evening, but he had been into the event; her hands on his hips, her staccato movements tickling his prostate, building up to him firing off his hot sperm quicker than he'd thought possible, and the rolling orgasms as Kaylee kept on until she was tired.
Later, the very same week, she had indeed gone for The Baton. It took a serviceable amount of time warming up for it.
She eased in the smaller ones first, taking her time to slowly enter him and exit him, with a satisfied schlopping sound every time she drew back. He had flipped onto his back, grabbing his cock and jerking off to the same rhythm, but was whipped every time he had been nearing a climax. Then it was time for the main event.
Holden had figuratively felt the earth move as it entered him, it had been as if his conscience had lept out of his skull with every thrust she had made, expanding him, straightening his entrance, setting down her flag and making her mark on his insides.
By the time she was happy with him reaching his peak, he was howling like a firetruck, firing an eager dollop of cum squarely into his nose, pouring down his lips and towards his eyes. Kaylee had licked it off his face while masturbating to her new favourite vista - a spent, cum-dry husband, exposed like a newly-robbed house, and laden with sexual ecstasy.
Carl's finger was nothing like The Baton, but Holden had a certain anticipation anyway. The finger exited him, and soon Holden felt a huge hand encircling his cock.
'Mmm, he's good and hard. What does he deserve now, Mistress?'
A voiceless command was obeyed, and he could see a figure through the eyeblind step in front of him.
A large hand stroking Holdens jaw got him tensed up.
'Relax, boy.'
Carl put a thumb in between Holdens lips and into his mouth, it tasted like mint and soap, and stroked his tongue and the inside of his teeth.
'Good stock, this one. Has he been trained to suck cock?'
'Not really, but he's eager to learn,' replied Kaylee.
That was a truth with certain modifications, but it wasn't for a lack of trying. The Baton was impossible, but Kaylee had been enjoying seeing Holden suck on several of the smaller implements.
A real cock, though? He had never done that. Before he could end the thought he was smacked in the cheek by something. Then the other cheek, before it was placed up towards his face.
Carl had positioned his penis so that it spanned the entire length of Holdens face, he could feel the radiating heat of this monster from his hairline to his chin.
Kaylee laughed. 'Do you like it, Princess? I put out a call for someone, with a pic of The Baton for someone to match its size, and Carl answered.'
I was speechless, and I guess my jaw must have dropped, because soon after I felt Carl's warm cockhead against my lips.
'Do your best,' he said. I could hear the smirk.
Holden put out a tongue and licked it, trying to wet the head as much as possible.
'Properly, Princess!' said Kaylee firmly. Holden spat on it, licked the hard ridge, wiggled his tongue under the head.
Carl laughed, and grabbed the back of Holdens head. 'She said properly, you heard her.'
