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My life changed after the contract. Marcus took even more control. He selected and bought our house using both of our savings. The house was, however, in his name only. He pretty much considered me property, no reason to mention me on the contract. To do so wouldn't be like cosigning with your dog or sofa.

Once we moved in we settled into a routine. I woke up every morning first and woke Marcus with a blowjob followed by breakfast. After work, I would greet him at the door with my mouth and I'd either end up swallowing his kids or he'd put me over the sofa.

When my children weren't visiting, Marcus and I rarely wore clothes around the house. He took over my diet and workout routine so I was in top condition but Marcus was simply the bigger better man. It was like living with my bully. He swung his big dick around and made all of the decisions.

There were often parties with his friends. For his superbowl party, I cooked and sucked his cock while he watched the game. He was fairly rude to me during the party, "Bitch get me a beer," and such.

Marcus also outed me at work. He attended company events. He was polite but made it clear that I was his. No one cared as much as I'd imagined but it reduced some of my work friendships to polite acquaintances.

Marcus also never stopped regarding me with a kind of arrogance. Even when he fucked me legs up in the air looking me straight in the eyes it was more like he was staring me down or staring into me. Yet I woke up every morning with his seed in my guts.

One day I came home and a guy roughly my build but a little younger was sitting on the couch. Marcus Instructed me to sit next to him. "Bitch, meet new Bitch." From there Marcus jammed his cock down my throat. After throating me he moved over, grabbed my companions's head and gave him the same treatment.

I was in shock and yet filled with rage. "You told me I was your only bitch." I whined pathetically as Marcus destroyed this young man's throat. "You were. Now I have two. Now get to sucking my ass."

Tears welled up in my eyes but I did as I was told and kissed Marcus's ass while he used the other man's head as a fleshlight. Marcus groaned as he was pleasured from both sides. After a while, Marcus told the other man, "bitch grab the couch" and put him on all fours and started lubing him. I continued to eat Marcus's ass until he told me to sit on the couch. I watched mesmerized while Marcus entered him.

The young man grabbed the back couch pillow hunched over while Marcus pushed his big cock into him. "Good bitch, open that tight ass, relax." Déjà vu made me realize that I was watching the young man get deflowered for the first time. The bitch moaned in pain as Marcus entered him.

After a moment Marcus started fucking him slowly. I heard the squelching sound as Marcus pushed in and out of the man. He started to make less pained sounds and eventually it sounded more like pleasure. Marcus increased his pace and I heard the slapping noise as Marcus clapped those cheeks. "Who's ass is this?" Marcus growled menacingly.

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"Yours!" the young man whined.

"Say my name!" Marcus demanded.

"It's your ass, Marcus. I'm your bitch, Tim."

Now that introductions were out of the way Marcus pulled out of the man and rammed his ass flavored dick down my throat. I gagged a little at the acrid taste and the idea of it. Marcus throated me and I heard myself gag as I smelled Marcus's musk before he pulled out and rammed himself rudely back in the other man.

Tim howled in pain then squealed in pleasure. There is something about being fucked that changes the pitch of your voice. Tim went from sounding like a reasonably masculine guy to a bitch in one session.

"Grab the couch," Marcus demanded. I did as instructed and he lubed me with one hand while he fucked Tim. Without warning he entered me as brutally. I no longer howled when he did this, having grown accustomed and learned how to relax my pelvic muscles. I heard my own ass clapping as the smell of sex filled the room.

"Good bitches," Marcus shouted.

After fucking me awhile Marcus reentered Tim. I heard the young man howl again before squealing. Marcus hit his spot after a while and Tim shot his load on our already well stained couch cover. Marcus reentered me and before long I did the same adding my own load to Tim's and many of mine from before. Marcus re-entered Tim and before long growled and seeded him.

So there we stood two men hunched over assholes gaped with jizz leaking from Tim. Marcus slapped both asses and said "Good bitches." He proceeded to sit us down on either side of him.

"Tim used to work with me but got fired and so his girl kicked him out. I told him I'd give him a place to stay and help him out if he did whatever I say." That was the only explanation Marcus gave me or as I knew, planned to give me. While we do talk he makes all the decisions and I'm not really allowed to question him.

Instead we watched a movie then I made dinner for three. Tim and I made polite conversation and got to know each other. Marcus explained that he was going to buy Tim some new clothes and help him get a new job.

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That night Marcus made use of our king sized bed by sleeping in between us both. In the morning, I did my customary wake-up blowjob, but Marcus stood up and demanded Tim join and suck his balls while I throated him. At some point we traded places.

When I came home from work I heard thumping noises and grunts coming from our bedroom. I found Tim spread eagle with Marcus on top of him, "Yeah boy take that dick!" I wasn't sure what to do with myself until Marcus detected me and told me to get my ass over there. I stripped and laid next to them. I knew what was coming so I lubed myself up. Marcus swapped over and popped past my ring. As I gasped, he spit directly into my mouth and slapped my face.

Marcus proceeded to fuck me in earnest. I jizzed all over us both before Marcus grunted and filled my guts. The three of us ended up napping with Marcus in between. "Two bitches are better than one," he declared.

Life continued on from there. Tim and I formed a kind of friendship but rarely talked about what had happened or was happening to us aside from a few awkward jokes about being sister wives. We split the household duties around cooking and cleaning. Of course Marcus relied on us for that.

Marcus didn't usually fuck us together except when he was really horny or had a stressful day at work. He did demand "two bitch blowjobs" every morning. There were rules, though Tim nor I had any desire we were prohibited from doing anything sexual together or with anyone but Marcus. We are his bitches and his alone.

Marcus worked on Tim, his job, clothes, how he carries himself, and even his table manners. Before long Tim was earning a top salary. Marcus of course made him sign a contract and so Tim and I both brought our money home to Marcus who managed it all.

The parties also continued. Tim and I danced naked on the table and then demonstrated why two bitches are better than one. There would be two bitch blowjobs, blow and rim simultaneously, sometimes Marcus would fuck us both and then give us both a facial.

Tim and I both generate considerable respect outside the home but Marcus regards us with dismissive arrogance. Compliments are restricted to how good dinner is, how tight our asses are and "Good bitch!" It's not unlike a relationship with a service animal.

Tim and I once discussed how we got here. Neither of us considered ourselves gay or particularly submissive. However we just never said no to Marcus for some reason. It isn't that we don't enjoy our life, just that it isn't what we ever would have imagined.

The three of us together have a considerable amount of financial security. However, Tim and I turned over complete control to Marcus. Termination of our contract would result in complete forfeiture of assets. Our security is dependent on our utility to him.

Hopefully we always remain... good bitches.

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