Disclaimer: This is a fictional story. All the characters are consenting adults (over 18 years old).
Mike is a normal middle-aged, married male who has been fighting bisexual urges for a while.
The heat and humidity of the summer of '23 has caused Mike's desires and cravings to grow to an uncontrollable level.
Mike now has a weekly schedule:
Monday, Wednesday, and Friday are spent with T and Mistress L.
Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday are spent with Dennis and friend Rick.
Yesterday, on his way home from his meeting with Dennis and Rick, Mike found a man waiting for him along the trail. The man had photos of Mike, taken from his security cam in his yard. It showed Mike exposing himself as he rode past.
This man is now forcing Mike to make an additional stop on his way home to service him inside his musty old yard shed. Mike plans to comply going forward.
It is now Friday, and we join Mike as he plans on meeting Mistress L and T.
If Mike shows up today, the expectation is that he will allow T to fuck him, completing his conversion to the couple's new "bitch".
Mike was not at all certain about this condition and was considering his options.
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Friday Morning
It was Friday. I had just about survived another week at work; but I was very concerned about the status of his personal life. Last night, I went out and purchased my own bulb enema even though I was certain I wasn't going to allow T to fuck me. I was pretty sure I wasn't even going to ride over there today.
Even so, I also bought myself a couple new swimsuits that were only slightly more conservative than a speedo. Both were woven with stretchy Lycra that left little to the imagination. It seemed like my rational brain was trying to hit the brakes, but the horny slut side of my brain had his foot slammed down on the throttle.
"You've got to stop this before it ruins your life," the voice in my head screamed, "you've pushed this so far that you're being blackmailed by a stranger on your route."
I thought about yesterday's altercation with the tattooed smoker who demanded that I suck his cock in his musty shed every afternoon on my ride home. Instead of being horrified about my vulnerability, I found myself already planning on stopping there again on today's ride home.
"If you allow this today to happen, you are going past the point of no return," the voice scolded, "straight guys don't let other guys fuck them in the ass."
My face blushed in shame as I thought about what to do about the ultimatum Mistress L and T had given me. At the same time, my cock was rock hard in my pants under my desk. I tried to focus on work, but I found myself constantly looking at the clock. It was still only 11 a.m., I had around 90 minutes before I had to leave.
"Do you really want to become a "bitch" for this strange, dominant couple?" the voice continued, "is it worth blowing up your life to fulfill this sick fantasy?"
I certainly didn't want to blow up my life, but I did want to see what would happen today. My curiosity was fueling my lust and clouding my judgement. I couldn't focus on work; my head was just not into it. I gave up trying to do my job and went upstairs to start getting ready, even though it was way too early to leave.
After I used the enema, I hopped in the shower to make sure I was completely clean. I also used a razor to shave myself clean and smooth. I hopped out of the shower and dried off. I inspected my naked body in the bathroom mirror. My body had grown tan from all my shirtless riding. Even though I was naked, it looked like I was wearing a white speedo against my tan skin.
My cock was already hard again as I tried to pull on my new swimsuit. This version was all yellow. It covered my ass nicely and even covered the very tops of my thighs. I would never wear something like this around the pool, it was far too revealing, especially when my hard cock created a tent in the fabric.
As I stood there, admiring my risqué appearance, I remembered how it felt when Mistress L pegged me last time. I could almost feel the sensation even now. Her big strap-on kept sawing back and forth across my prostate, causing my cock to leak precum until I finally had one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I wondered if it would feel the same way with T's cock instead of the strap-on.
It was now just about 12:30, I needed to leave in a few minutes to be there on time at 1 p.m. The final decision needed to me made, if I arrived at T's place as planned, I would be confirming that I was going to take the next step. My hands were shaking as I reached for the door leading outside to my bicycle. My hand turned the knob, and I stepped out into my garage in the mid-day heat. I readied my bike for the ride and started my journey.
Back on the Trails
Today, I enjoyed the feeling of the hot sun on my tanned skin. I liked riding in the heat and humidity, my joints and muscles were loose and relaxed. As I exited my neighborhood and entered the trails, I was soon passing the house with the green shed. I knew that I would be making a stop there on my way home to meet my new obligation with the strange tattoo guy. I slowed to look at the shed as I passed by and noted the man was not yet waiting in his lawn chair.
It was a Friday, and the trails were more crowded than other weekdays. I caught more than a few glances in my small yellow swimsuit. I just smiled innocently at the onlookers and rode by without concern. I wasn't doing anything illegal; I was just wearing a very small pair of shorts and nothing else while I rode the trails.
Soon, I could see the turn on to Powers Avenue on the horizon. I knew I would be in Mistress L's and T's backyard in just a few minutes. My heart was in my throat as I considered turning around and going back; but my curiosity and lust fueled me to pedal on. I turned on to Powers and after a minute or two, I could see the gate leading to T's backyard. As I had done nearly every day before, I rode to the gate, walked my bike inside, stripped off my yellow swimsuit and hung it on my handlebars and then walked into the backyard naked.
I kneeled and waited in the hot sun for minutes that seemed like hours. After a while, I heard Mistress L's voice from inside the dark screened porch.
"Are you willing to take the next step and become our bitch today?" Mistress L asked, "I think you know what we expect today."
"Yes Mistress," I answered, without hesitation.
My quick response surprised me more than it surprised Mistress L.
"Then come inside and prepare as I taught you," Mistress L instructed.
I walked to the screened porch and found Mistress L standing there waiting for me.
"I've left everything you need in the bathroom," Mistress L said, "please go prepare yourself and come back to me when you are finished."
"I prepared at home, Mistress L," I responded, "I did it just as you showed me."
"This shows initiative, boy," Mistress L smiled, "and judging by your erection, I think you're excited to officially become our sex servant."
Mistress L opened the patio door into the house and gestured for me to enter.
"We're taking this inside today, boy," Mistress explained, "it's much cooler and more discreet than doing this on the screened porch."
I was almost chilled as I entered the cool, air-conditioned kitchen and waited to be told where to go next. I towered over Mistress L's tiny, five-foot, naked body. While she was tiny, she was perfectly proportioned with a beautiful little ass, and tits that were at least c-cups.
I watched her tiny ass bounce from side to side as she led me downstairs into the basement family room. As we descended the stairs, the air got even cooler, and the lighting was much dimmer.
The basement family room was well appointed with nice furniture, a well-stocked bar, and hardwood floors. We found T lounging on the couch waiting for us, he watched his tiny wife lead me over his way.
"So, it looks like he's ready to submit to us," T said, smiling, "we told him not to come back unless he was ready to take this step, and here he is."
"Yes, he confirmed his intentions before I let him into the house," Mistress L explained, "but we won't know for sure until the deed is done."
Voluntary Submission
Without being asked, I dropped to my knees in front of T and took his cock into my mouth. I worked my tongue around the head of this cock and used my right hand to cup his balls. T laughed, putting his hands on my head, and pushing me down to take his cock balls deep.
"This bitch can't wait to throat my cock," T said gleefully, "I didn't even ask him and look, he's already got me in his throat."
"He's such a natural slut," Mistress L laughed, "I can't wait to see you fuck him."
My loins were on fire listening to Mistress L and T objectifying me like I was a sex slave. I was so horny; I was ready to be pushed past my limits. I was bobbing up and down on T's cock when Mistress L pulled me off by my hair.
"Hey, hey, don't make him cum too fast," Mistress L warned, "or he won't be able to fuck your ass in a few minutes."
"Boy, sit up for a second and look at me," Mistress L ordered, "I need to explain how this works."
I sat up on my feet and knees and listened to Mistress L. She was fun to look at when she was naked. Her body was lean and fit, her spiked, short blonde hair gave her a kind of stark appearance, but her face was structurally very beautiful. She was a hot little spinner and she knew it.
"I stopped sucking my husband's cock a year ago or so," Mistress L explained, "T likes his blowjobs balls deep or not at all. After a while, I found it degrading and wouldn't do it anymore. When I stopped going down on him, he decided to reciprocate and stop eating my pussy and ass."
I knelt and listened as Mistress L continued her disclosure.
