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 instead of telling me how much you hate the clearly labeled subject matter.
This is the final chapter of the From Husband to Houseboy story. This is where the story comes full-circle.
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After watching them make passionate love for the first time -- rather, gladly being forced to watch -- our dynamic quickly established itself. I don't need to go too much into the dynamic here, since I've discussed that in the first chapter. However, here I want to explain how these elements of our life together quickly fell into place.
MASTER FELIX TAKES CHARGE OF OUR HOUSEHOLD
The morning after they had seen each other a few times, Master Felix grabbed me and pushed me against the kitchen counter after I made them breakfast and was getting ready to leave for work. Master Oliver had already left. He told me to strip and casually inspected my cage. Satisfied that I wouldn't be playing with myself at work, he pulled out a small plug and made me lick it to lubricate it. He matter-of-factly told me that they talked last night and that he would be moving in. He told me to turn around and bend over. Him moving in means a few things: he'll need the storage room for his stuff, but there should be some place in the laundry room for me. He pushes the plug in quite roughly; I moan. It's not very big but I get a suspicion that he'll be expecting me to wear it to work. He also explains that he is now also my master and I should obey him like I obey Master Oliver. "Yes, Master," I respond. He unsurprisingly tells me he expects me to be plugged at work from now on: "I'm just starting you off with a small one."
He pushes me to my knees and makes me suck the dick that fucked Master Oliver last night. It is a nice, big dick and he grows in my mouth. I can taste Master Oliver. He continues telling me that he's got more of a sadistic streak and that he hopes that I can handle him. "I wouldn't want to have to replace you with one of the many deeply masochist boys out there, begging to take your place. After all, Master Oliver really cares about you and I'd hate to break you up because you cannot take some pain. You wouldn't want that either, would you boy?"
"No, Sir. I'd do anything to remain in your and Master Oliver's lives," I say as I briefly let go of his cock. He pushes his thick head back past my lips as he pats my head.
"Good boy," he says as he starts to moan and is clearly getting close. He pound my throat hard and floods it.
After cumming, he says: "It's going to be intense and there's going to be moments when you wonder whether you'll be able to take it. But, don't worry, I'm pretty sure that a submissive bitch boy like you will love it! You may not have much use as a sexual partner for your husband anymore, but I'm sure you'll continue being a great asset as a cuck, a slave and houseboy, and an outlet for my more sadistic impulses. Also, look at it this way: if I can let out those impulses on you, it'll be easier for me to be sweet and loving with Him. Your suffering allows me to be a better lover for him."
On my way to work, I was contemplative. I knew that my relationship had changed forever. Of course, this had been always coming, but it had never felt so real and permanent before. This no longer could be mistaken for extensive role play. This was the real thing! There was some fear, but mostly I was excited to embrace this new adventure and deepen my submission once again. Above all, I was just happy for Masters Oliver and Felix and grateful that I was able (privileged!) to be part of their lives! I was, however, also quickly becoming aware that wearing a plug to work would be quite the adjustment!
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By the time I got home from work, my few remaining personal possessions had been moved out of the storage room and a little cot had been set up in the laundry room. My previous space in the storage room now seemed luxurious and comfortable by comparison. Master Felix had been waiting for me, as Master Oliver had not yet returned from work. I knew immediately what to do -- or, so I thought. I stripped and kneeled by his feet, asking permission to worship his feet. He denied me that privilege, saying that I hadn't earned it yet. Instead, he started listing chores that I hadn't been able to get to yet.
I said "I'll start right away, Sir," and went to work. Occasionally, he'd call to have me bring him a drink or a snack, and immediately dismissed me to get back to my chores. I worked hard, and about half-an-hour before Master Oliver would arrive home, he came to inspect my work. He found several imperfections and grabbed his belt to give me several lashes for each instance -- a spec of dust left here, a spot on this cup. By the time he had inspected everything, my butt was glowing red and I was on the brink of tears, just about able to apologize without bursting into tears. He said I had just about enough time to correct my mistakes before Master Oliver arrives, "so get to work, boy!"
"Yes, Sir!" I got to work and make sure to correct all my mistakes to perfection this time. It was already clear to me that Master Felix would be a much more controlling and hands-on master that my husband used to be. Of course, Master Oliver did from time to time look for reasons to punish me and thus looked for things I did less than perfect, but this was different. The point here was not to find a reason to punish but rather to make sure everything was done perfectly. The punishment was to correct not because he was in a playful mood.
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I managed to finish everything by the time Master Oliver arrived home, and I was ready to welcome him home properly. I took his coat and his shoes and welcomed him home. He patted me on the head, but otherwise paid limited attention to me. Today he came home to want to see Felix. It was the first time he got to come home to his new lover. I served them drinks and then kneeled in front of them as they talked about their days -- Master Felix had taken the day off to move in. Master Felix used my back as foot stool while Master Oliver put my feet in front of my face and gave me permission to worship them, which I of course did with great enthusiasm. He noted my red ass and my still-watery eyes.
