Author's Note: This story is complete fiction, and is completely unrealistic. It involves some bizarre stunts, which I really enjoyed making up and writing down. If you don't like stories of cuckold husbands being hurt by multiple well endowed lovers, then DON'T READ IT!
Last week hubby and I moved house. We went from a very nice house in Surrey, to an even nicer house in Surrey. I thought that we would put our games on hold during the move, but, in the end, it didn't work out like that.
At just after nine in the morning the moving van arrived. It slowly reversed down the bridle path which led to our house. I was watching from the landing window as the driver opened his door and jumped down. He was wearing shorts and a vest type T shirt, so even from that distance I could see his arm muscles, and the tattoos on his impressive biceps.
A second removal man rounded the back of the van, and he was seriously good looking, with tousled blonde hair, and a bare upper body. He was also well muscled, with a nice tan.
As they walked together towards our front door I felt that warm tingle I always get when I see men I want to have sex with, and I really wanted to have sex with these guys.
I dashed down the stairs to make sure I could greet these two hunks, and I flung open the front door before they even knocked. They both smiled as they ran their eyes slowly down my body, then back up. I was wearing a denim skirt, with a hem just above my knees and large buttons all the way up the front. The bottom two buttons were undone, as was the top button of my white cotton top.
"Hi guys, nice and prompt, but I thought we were getting four men?" I queried.
"There are actually three more coming shortly, so there'll be five of us at your service."
"I'll tell my husband to get you all teas and coffees, and anything else you need. Let me know if he slacks at all, I have to keep him in check."
"Oh, right, it's like that is it?" he chuckled.
"Do you want to know how it is?"
"Yes, I'd love to know."
"Well, I am the boss in this house, and my husband serves me. I have his cock locked in a chastity cage, and he has to be a perfect slave or he gets no sexual relief at all. At best he gets a couple of ruined orgasms per month. I, on the other hand, enjoy having sex with lots of different men."
"Wow! You are one sexy lady, I'd love to be one of the men you have sex with."
"If today goes as I hope, you can all have sex with me."
"So you'd better tell me what you want us to do, as I'm sure all the guys are going to want to fuck you. I'm Joe, by the way, and I'm the supervisor, so I get to get into your knickers first."
"Well Joe, I'm looking forward to dropping my knickers for you already. I'm Sarah, by the way."
Joe put his big strong arms around my eager body, pulled me tight into his chest and kissed me surprisingly sensually. My nipples hardened and I felt a warm tingle between my legs.
"That was nice. Ok, so here's the game. As well as moving us I want all five of you to hurt and humiliate my husband, Rob, throughout the day. You must pay special attention to his balls, order him around to do the most menial and unpleasant jobs, and you can flirt with me in front of him, ask him about my lovers, call him a wimp, and so on. Just make sure he spends most of the day with his balls on fire with pain."
"That sounds like fun Sarah, and if we do a really good job with him, you'll fuck us all?"
"That's it Joe, and by the way, don't misunderstand. Although he won't admit it to you, he gets so turned on by being treated like that. He likes it as well as me."
"Wow, that's seriously kinky!"
"Very true." I turned to the blonde next, "and what's your name?"
"Mike."
"Well Mike, would you like a kiss as well?"
"Yes please Sarah," how polite!
I kissed Mike, and he was even more sensual and sexy, I'd seriously mis-judged these house movers. They may look a bit rough and ready but they know how to kiss.
Joe was already moving across the drive to collar my husband.
"Rob, I'm Joe, the supervisor, and Sarah has told me that you are my Gofer today, so when I call I need you to come running, ok?"
"Yes Joe, I'll help all I can."
"Well you can start by calling me Sir not Joe. Only real men get to call me Joe."
"Oh right, sorry sir."
"That's better. Secondly, your jeans are totally unsuitable, you'll get all hot and sweaty, put on the shortest shorts you've got, with no panties, you'll need some ventilation down there. I know about your cage, by the way, so there's no need to be shy. Finally, if you displease you in any way, Sarah has told me to whack your balls, and if I do, believe me you won't be getting up in a hurry, ok?"
"Yes sir, I'll try not to let you down."
"Good, now run, you're getting behind already."
The first incident happened really quickly. Hubby was on his knees taking our bed to pieces, when Mike picked up one of the side bars and 'accidentally' brought it up between hubby's legs at high speed.
"Aaarrgghhh!!"
"Sorry mate, I didn't see you there. Are you injured? Shall I have a look at you?"
"No, I'm fine, honestly," hubby pleaded.
"Sorry, but if there's an accident on site, we have to conduct an examination to see if anything needs to be done about it," interjected Joe, the supervisor.
"Come on darling, you don't want them to lose their jobs, drop your shorts."
"Oh, ok."
"Right, now we can see the injured area, but you seem to have some sort of cage locked onto your cock." Joe teased.
My husband blushed red.
"Anyway, hands on your head and look straight forwards. I need to conduct a physical examination."
"Oh God, do you have to?"
"Sorry mate, now, does this hurt?"
"Christ! Yes!!"
"Hmmnn, that's from just a gentle squeeze, Mike, you have a go."
"Aaarrgghh!!"
"I hardly touched him boss, just a firm squeeze and he's squealing like a stuck pig."
By this time we were all laughing hysterically at my humiliated husband.
"I think we'd better leave his dangly bits out so we can make sure we don't damage them any more."
"Good idea" I said, suspecting that he had a plan, "get your shorts off Rob, there's a good boy."
Hubby reluctantly removed his shorts, and stood with his balls and cage exposed.
"Hello, what's going on here?" called a new worker, walking into the hall followed by two more gorgeous hunks.
"Sarah, this is Jason, Ian, and Steve, guys this is the gorgeous Sarah, and her husband Rob. I'll explain the situation shortly, but, trust me, we're all going to have a great time."
The new guys must have picked something up, because they all came over and kissed me.
"Right hubby," said Joe with mischief in his voice, "we need you to stand on the ladder and pass things down from the loft, as we're not allowed on ladders due to health and safety considerations."
He turned and winked at me as hubby climbed the aluminium loft ladder until he could see into the loft. Something didn't look quite right about the ladder, but I couldn't work out what it was. Hubby grabbed the first box which was near the loft hatch, and started to step down the ladder, which was at a very shallow angle, meaning his cock and balls hung between the rungs as he slid down. One more step and suddenly a section of the ladder slid downwards under his weight, so that he and it moved down about six inches before the section stopped with a loud clack.
"Fuck!" hubby screamed.
"What happened?" I asked.
"He didn't check that the second section was locked all the way down," explained Joe, smiling broadly.
"My cock and balls are trapped!" squealed my husband.
"We'll see if we can lift him a bit and get him pulled out," Joe proposed. Two of the guys grabbed hubby's legs, pulling them off the rungs and lifting him slightly, then one of the other men started pushing on his balls and cock causing hubby to squeal like a pig being slaughtered.
"Lift the ladder a bit," Mike suggested.
Jason lifted the second stage of the ladder up a bit and Ian, who was pushing on hubby's genitals, managed to extricate his cock in it's cage, but he left hubby's balls between the rungs.
"Ok, you're free," the men holding hubby's legs announced, letting go of him completely. The fourth man holding the second section of the ladder had already released it, so it had dropped back down, trapping just hubby's balls. Hubby dropped a few inches, then his fall was stopped by his balls, which wouldn't fit through the gap.
"Christ, where's the ladder?" he screamed.
"We removed the bottom section to try to free you." Mike explained.
"But I have nothing to put my feet on!!"
"Well pull yourself up by your arms wimp." I added, helpfully.
Hubby really tried, but he could only pull up for 15 or 20 seconds, before his arms gave out leaving him hanging by his trapped balls. The poor man was in agony.