I was bored. Initially our kitchen makeover had been fun, I got to take part in the demolition phase and general clean-up. Now though it was mostly skilled workers and they didn't seem to like the home-owner hanging around.
My wife had bailed as soon as they shut off the air conditioning to re-do the duct work, staying at a luxury resort and dropping by only long enough to bitch about the color of this or the position of that. Even though most of the workers didn't speak English I could tell they didn't like it and resented her. Being macho Latinos I could also tell they held me in contempt for letting her ream my ass out for every little problem.
After a while I just stayed back in the rear bedroom we had converted into an office. Computer games got boring and I eventually turned to Internet porn to pass the time.
Actually I was no stranger to the porn, I'm pretty small and had not ever really satisfied my wife, except with my tongue. Like everything else in our marriage she was in charge of our sex life and over the years had been less and less interested in intercourse with me. She still used my oral services from time to time but that's about all. I even suspected that she was not alone in her luxury suite.
After a couple weeks I guess I got careless. They had removed all the doorknobs to paint the doors and I was having a nice wank when one of the workers came to ask a question. I didn't hear him come in and by the time I became aware of his presence it was obvious what I was doing.
He laughed at me and called out to the rest of the crew. I was embarrassed and turned my back to him to cover up but he reached around me and grabbed my wrists. His arms were like steel bands and my wrists hurt as he squeezed them in his huge calloused hands. I could smell his musky sweaty body as he twisted my arms behind my back. This had the effect of forcing my crotch out displaying my still? hard cock. As the rest of the crew came to his summons he turned me to face the door. The cat calls and laughter humiliated me to the core. Strangely though my cock was rock hard, if only four inches in length. I heard words like "pun ta" "poquito" and others I didn't understand but I'm sure weren't complementary.
By now I was crying and begging them to let me go. One reached over and slapped me and told me to shut up. In better English than I expected he told me they were tired of my wife's constant complaining and that what she needed was a "good fucking" and it was obvious why she was so bitchy.
Since I was no good as a man they would use me like a woman! I shuddered and burned with humiliation. Someone reached out and ripped open my shirt, then started to pinch and twist my nipples. I screeched like a girl, they laughed and made fun of my hairless chest. I was shocked to find out all of them spoke and understood English.
Another guy grabbed the sides of my pants and yanked them down around my ankles. The guy holding me from behind shoved me forward and I stumbled, ending up falling forward into the crotch of one of my tormentors.
