My story and originally published elsewhere. All characters are of legal age/18+.
This story is about dominance, cuckolding, chastity, being a houseboy, and consensual inequality. If that's not what you're into, move on to another story.
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Master Oliver's regular dating continued and I did my best to be the best possible cuckold houseboy and submissive boiwife that I could be. It would still be a few months before he was to meet his new love of his life -- he likes to say that he thinks of both of us as the loves of his life, just in very different ways -- but he definitely had plenty of excellent sex and good dates in the meanwhile. I loved watching him so happy and sexually satisfied. Of course, I was privileged to still be very much part of his sex life, not just by setting up his dates but I also regularly was allowed to eat the cum out of his pussy, or occasionally the pussy of the men he brought home. Moreover, I still regularly got to wake him up with a blowjob, or he dumped a load in my pussy before he went to work.
He even allowed me the occasional orgasm to reward me for all the wonderful service he liked to praise me so much for. Of course, he always insisted not just that I eat my own loads, but also that I listen to him recount his fantastic sex with other men and how I would never be able to pleasure him like that. It felt degrading to hear that I sexually do not measure up -- does he mean it or does he know that I enjoy the humiliation? Maybe a bit of both? -- but I quickly came to associate the humiliation with sexual stimulation and satisfaction. I wondered whether I would even still be able to cum if I wasn't being humiliated and degraded.
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Some of the men he brought home also enjoyed involving me by humiliating me. Master also liked to have me show off my locked status, if his date was comfortable with the cuckold dynamic of course, and make me assure his dates that I am no threat to them in any way.
One of the men ordered me to get into position for inspection. I wasn't quite sure what to do as my Master didn't usually make me do things like this, but I reasoned that I should make my body as available for his hands and eyes as possible, so I stood straight and put my hands behind my head. He kicked my legs apart and told me to spread. I did and stood to attention, saying "Yes, Sir. Forgive me, Sir." He first walked around me looking me up and down.
"He looks like he's in good condition."
"I require him to eat healthy and work out. I want me cuckold houseboy to look good, even though he's never going to be a hunk."
The man runs his hands over my body. He is rough, grabs my ass, telling my Master "I bet that's a nice hole to fuck."
Master smirks and says: "Oh, it is. He likes it rough, but he's mine."
He pinches my nipples, very hard and I wince. He checks for pubic hair and my armpits, both are smooth. He smells my armpit and compliments my master on his houseboy being very clean. He didn't compliment me for keeping myself clean, however, as so far they were only talking to me in the third person. I was just a piece of meat to inspect, not a person that was part of the conversation.
"Let's check whether he keeps his pussy equally clean."
He pushes two fingers in with nothing but a little bit of his spit. He was rough but I manage to express my discomfort with only a little pained moan. He pulls his fingers out and presents them for me to lick and suck clean. I didn't hesitate, which pleased both of them, and kept enthusiastically sucking until he pulled his fingers away. He lightly slaps my cheek and tells my Master: "He's a good bitch boy."
"I spent a lot of time training him, but it was easy because he's a natural and eager to please me in any way he can."
Lastly, he pulled his dick out, immediately telling my Master: "Don't worry, I'm not planning to fuck him."
His dick was big and thick. He pulled on my small cage and laughed. I blushed. Addressing my directly now, he asked whether I have ever been able to pleasure my husband, or any man really, with this.
"No, Sir. I've never successfully topped a man."
To add to my humiliation, Master confirmed that it was true that I never pleasured him with my dick.
"This thing is pretty useless then, isn't it?"
"Yes, Sir. That's why Master rightly decided that it should remain locked. If I cannot use it to pleasure him or other men, then at least he can use it to deny me and keep me eager to please him."
