Monday

I wake up with a jolt as I hear the doorbell echoing throughout the house. I look over at the alarm on my bedside table. 6:15. I've only slept like an hour.

Yesterday was the day of our so called "main event", where Tyrell and his gang turned our home into a whorehouse and pimped out my family to paying customers. On top of everything I was sold - or rented - as a sex slave to our next-door neighbor and longtime bully Nick.

I spent half the night cleaning the house and putting all the furniture back in their right places and when I finally got in bed I couldn't sleep, fearing what would come this week as my faith is placed in the hands of Nick.

As I venture downstairs to open the front door I walk past our master bedroom, my old bedroom, and see my lovely wife and daughter sleeping, naked, embracing each other. I have to stop for a while and enjoy the sight of their toned bodies intertwined like a piece of art as the morning sunlight dances across their exposed skin.

I can't help but to think about how deep into depravity we have sunken. It all started with me innocently enough sneaking a peek of my daughter's friends when they were in the pool, making them scheme up a way to set me up and embarrass me. That led to their black fuck-toys getting involved and eventually Tyrell taking command and enslaving our whole family. Jessica and Emma were willing and eager but I was more reluctant to the idea. And now, I'm subject to the will and whims of my bisexual bully.

As I get to the front door, I take a deep breath. I have no idea what's waiting on the other side of the door. Nick expecting a morning blowjob? Is he alone? Will I get exposed to my other neighbors? Will he be violent? I take another deep breath and slowly turn the knob, letting the door slide open. To my surprise I don't see anyone outside and what's even more surprising is the hint of disappointment I feel in the pit of my stomach. I look down at the floor and notice a gray piece of paper. I pick it up and reads:

"320 NE 3rd St.

11 AM

Ask for Mike

Say Sir sent you!

PS. No shave this morning"

"Oh, fuck," I can't help but think to myself. "Please don't involve more people, Nick."

As there's not enough time to go back to sleep, I start my morning routine. Shower, edge myself while making a video thanking my wife, daughter and two friends for cuckolding me. I skip shaving my pubic area per instructions. Then I make breakfast, first for myself then for Jessica and Emma. I carry it up to the master bedroom and leave it on their bedside tables.

By the time I'm done it's time to leave. The address leads me to a suburban shopping block close to the city center. I park my car. To the left there's a Pizza Hut, to the right a dry cleaner. Straight ahead there's a sign saying "Woo's Nails and Beauty". It seems odd but that's the address I was given.

As I walk in it looks like your typical nail salon. There're stations for manicures and pedicures. As it's Monday just before lunchtime it's not exactly full, but there are four or five customers there, predominantly bored housewives with too much time and too much money.

I make my way to the reception desk where an old Asian woman sits with her head buried in her phone.

"Excuse me," I almost whisper to not draw too much attention to myself.

"Yeess?!," she replies a bit too loud and bit too annoyed for my comfort.

I mumble that I'm here for Mike. She looks me up and down with a skeptical face.

"Miiiiiikke!" she then screams over the entire place. From a hallway in the back comes someone that I figure is Mike. A large, muscular, but chubby guy. He almost looks like one of those guys competing in shotput or javelin at the Olympics.

"Yes," he says with a clear eastern European accent.

"Your 11 AM wax appointment is here," the Asian lady shouts again all over the salon. I hear distinct giggles from some of the ladies getting their nails done.

"Come," Mike says casually. "This way."

He heads down the corridor. There are two doors on either side of the corridor and the second on the right is our destination. I have never gotten a massage before or waxed or anything, but this room is exactly what I imagined a place like this would look like. The services weren't my kind of thing but I figure I'd try anything once. There's a bamboo clothing rack, yoga music in the background, incense, some plastic flowers.

"I see you book full package," Mike says in his broken English.

"Umm, I guess so." I hesitate not really knowing what to answer.

"You guess?" Mike responds, looking puzzled.

"Yeah, well..." I hesitate before saying what I know needs to be said. "...sir sent me."

"Sir?!" Mike looks even more puzzled.

"Well, yeah," I struggle for words. "He's my... mine... he has decided this for me."

"You - Hang on," Mike says and heads out.

I can hear him discussing with the Asian woman for quite a while. When he comes back, he has a big grin on his face and gift-wrapped box in his hand.

"Sorry," he says cheerfully. "Now I know. You are special appointment."

"Ok," I say hesitantly. "I guess I might be."

"This for you," he says, raising the gift box. "For later."

"Thank you," is all I can think of saying, although I'm fairly confident that it will not be a surprise to my liking.

"You can remove clothes," he instructs. "Leave boxers, for now."

"Oh," my face turns red as I realize I must confess another depth of my depravity. "I'm not allowed to wear boxers."

"Ok," he says while laughing. "Then naked."

I take off my pants and with a burning face I stand completely naked in front of this large, eastern European stranger.

"Hmmm," he mutters as he inspects me from head to toe. "Not much to grab on to."

He nods towards my groin and my one-day pube growth.

"No worry, I fix. It will only hurt little bit more," he says unconvincingly. "Now get on table."

I don't have much choice but obeying and I get up on the table, laying down on my back while holding my hands over my package to try and ease some of the embarrassment.

"You leave here with no hair," he says as a matter of fact while he starts applying wax to my legs. He then adds strips to the wax and let it settle for a few minutes. Having heard from my wife how painful waxing is, I feel my pulse starting to rise and I'm sweating from nervousness.

"No - we go," Mike says with a sly grin on his face. "1....2"

"AAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW," I scream out in pain as he manages to pull all my leg hair from under the first strip straight off. I'm forced to remove my hands from covering my crotch and hold on to the table side for dear life. I can't help but to let a tear or two run down my cheek.

"You scream like girl," Mike laughs. "But you like!" I see him looking at my penis, making me look as well. To my surprise I see that my white dick has gone from limp to rock hard in a single painful jerk.

"Sorry" is all I can say as I curse myself. My brain is so fucked up that my feelings of pain and humiliation have been mixed up with excitement and arousal.

"Just no sperm," Mike says and then casually goes back to his job ripping off the next strip.

Having never been waxed before it takes a good couple of hours to get through my whole body. Each strip causing me to scream and cry while my penis twitches. It doesn't really get any easier with time. Every rip is just as painful as the one before. And if I thought legs and back was bad it was nothing compared to ass and balls.

"Now you soft like baby," Mike finally concludes. "Only inside left."

"Inside?" I ask hesitantly.

"Yes," he says as he pulls out what looks like an industrial sized enema and shoves a plastic tube far up my ass while squeezing the liquid from a bag, forcing it to go down the tube and into my colon. When he is done, I'm forced to spend the next forty-five minutes in the bathroom. Coming back after what was quite an ordeal Mike immediately instructs me to get on the table and raise my legs up in the air. He applies skin bleach around my asshole and instructs me to wait for fifteen minutes while the bleach does its work.

"So, you are gay man?" he asks, apparently thinking this is a good time for casual conversation.

"No," I respond truthfully. "I just got myself in a situation that's a bit difficult to get out of."

"Ha," he scoffs. "Straight men don't get hard from other men waxing their legs."

"I swear I'm not gay." I'm not sure why I need to convince him but also slightly annoyed that he doesn't believe me. He steps away from me and pull down his pants, exposing his white European cock. He clearly has done some waxing himself as it's completely devoid of hair and hanging halfway down to his knees. It looks twice thick as mine, even when flaccid.

"So," he says confidently. "You don't want to suck my cock right here, right now?"

I look him in the eyes while he's patiently waiting for answer, not letting me get away with anything else. I then look back at the monster between his legs, seeing the slightest drop of pre-cum forming on the tip. Then I look between my own legs, seeing my smooth penis being rock hard, pointing up towards my face and leaking like crazy. Damn it, I think to myself. I have become such a slut for doms. I hate to admit it but I would love for him to ravage my mouth with this thick dick and spray my face with his cum. I can't help it. I wish I didn't feel like that, but I do.

"I'm not allowed to," I finally say, trying to find a loophole.

"I didn't ask if you are allowed to," Mike responded instantly. "I asked if you want to." Damn it. He won't let me off the hook.

"Yes, sir," I finally admit, not really sure why I added the sir. "I very much like to suck your cock."

"Too bad," he responds with a triumphant smile. "This cock is for girls only." He pulls up his pants again and goes and get a handhold mirror.

"Fifteen minutes gone. See, looks nice, no?" I look in the mirror and my ass looks exactly like the women's in the porn films I watched before becoming a cuckold: completely smooth and hairless and ready for abuse.

"Now, open present," Mike urges me and hands over the box to me. I quickly tear through the gift wrap and open the lid. At the top I there are six packs of enemas, one for each day in Nick's ownership.

"New routine," Mike says. "One each morning to keep clean. Understood?"

"Yes," I confirm silently. I remove the enemas and find that in the bottom there's a satin tray with sex figure cut holes in it. In each hole there's a buttplug and above them there's the name of day. The plug for Monday is average sized enough, but then they get gradually larger for each day. It's not hard to see what I'm being trained for.

"Here, let me help you with the first one," Mike says and picks up the Monday plug. It's pink in some sort of semi-transparent silicone material. It has the form of a small penis with a cock head at the top and a large base plate at the bottom. The plate is engraved with the word "Monday". I estimate that it's probably around three inches long, but already the Tuesday plug is at least an inch longer and thicker as well.

Mike leans down between my legs and spits in my asshole a few times. When he's happy with the moisture around my back entrance he coats the plug in his saliva before gently applying some light pressure. It doesn't feel too bad, but my sphincter will have none of it and remains shut. He puts some more force into it and it starts to hurt a bit. How the hell will I be able to get the next day's plugs in if this is so difficult?

"You must relax," Mike instructs, sounding a bit annoyed. "It will never work if you clench." He spits a few more times and swirls the plug cock head around my hole. It tickles quite nicely I have to admit. As soon as Mike sees me getting some enjoyment, he forcefully shoves in the plastic toy before I even realize what is happening its inside me.

"Ummppph," I let out as the pain hits me at the same time as the sensation of being completely filled. It's a weird sensation, mixing pain, discomfort and some enjoyment. The pain quickly fades away though and with that the sensation of being filled becomes more enjoyable, maybe even a bit exciting.

"There. Gay," Mike says triumphant. "Now you ready for your sir."

"Thank you," I respond as I can't think of anything else to say. As I get up to put my clothes on, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The impact of my hairless body is bigger than I expected. I can't help but reflect that I look like a woman, completely smooth and soft, if it wasn't for a rock-hard penis where there should be a pussy. I'm surprised that the butt plug feels so securely in its place while I'm vertical and moving around. It's making my ass feel completely filled and my erection hard on another level. Even with my clothes on it's impossible to hide my protruding shaft and with no underwear I can see a wet spot already forming.

I walk out to the counter with older Asian woman to pay for my service. I try to have as normal posture as possible but trying to hide an obvious erection while simultaneously trying to ignore a plug in my ass is not the easiest. After paying I hear whispers and snickering as I exit the salon.

While driving home I can't escape the fact that the plug starts to feel nice in my ass. Without thinking about it, I find myself several time grinding my ass against the seat to create some friction.

As I enter our house Jessica is quick to greet me.

"Hi honey," she says with a smile. Honey? She hasn't called me honey since her first date with Tyrell. What was this?

"Hey," I respond hesitantly.

"So, what did you do?" she continues excitedly.

"Um, nothing special," I reply hoping to not have to tell my wife how I'm groomed for being ravished by our next-door neighbor.

"Don't be shy with me. I'm just curious." Of course, I know that she only needs to pull the Tyrell card to get me to speak, but her gentle tone makes me want to comply before the threat is necessary.

"It was a beauty parlor," I explain. "Let's just say that I have a new admiration for women's grooming routines."

"Oohhh," Jessica purrs. "Let me see, let me see, let me see!" Her excitement makes me feel better about my predicament and as I slowly pull down my pants, my wife's eyes grow larger and larger.

"That's sooo cute," she finally says. "You're almost like one of the girls now."

"Errmm, thanks I guess." I don't know if she is complementing me or humiliating me.

"Get down on all fours," she instructs and by now I'm complying without even thinking. I get down on my knees first, then put my hands on the floor, standing like a dog with my shirt still on and my pants bunched up by my ankles.

"Ass up in the air honey," my wife requests. I put my elbows to the floor, raising my ass and arch my back so my ass goes up even further. Jessica takes a step towards me and run her fingers down my lower back side and let her hand caress my ass cheek.

"Mmmm," she moans. "So soft and smooth." She then takes a step behind me and let both her hands run over each ass cheek before she digs in with her nails and pulls them apart, exposing the plug in my ass.

"Aaahhh," she gasps. "He's preparing you well."

"Mmmhm," I just confirm.

"You look just like a slutty girl, don't you?" she asks, clearly getting off on this.

"Yes," I respond, trying to not give too much thought to the words.

"Say it," she demands. "Say that you are slutty girl waiting for cock."

"I'm a slutty girl," I admit. "Just waiting for my master to arrive so that I can suck his cock."

"OH fuck! That's hot! Never would I imagine that my straight husband of more than twenty years has become the biggest cock slut in the family. Now that you're one of the girls, I can let you in on a little secret."

"What's that?" I ask with genuine curiosity.

"Us girls needs to entertain ourselves while we wait for cocks to suck." As she is talking, she quickly strips out of her shorts and baggy t-shirt. She sits down on one of our bar chairs and put her left leg up on another, exposing her shaved wife pussy dripping with excitement. Jessica has always been a sexual person, but she is in her forties now and we almost always have to use lube for sex. Or rather, had sex. It's rare enough that she gets wet on her own, but it must have been fifteen years since I saw her just flooded with excitement.

"Take it all off and lick me!" she instructs. I do as I'm told without hesitation. Seeing my wife eager like this make me forget everything else. I stand up and take off my shirt and then remove my pants from my ankles before getting down on my knees again and crawl over to her spread legs. Her pussy is red and puffy. As I get my tongue out and touch her soaked labia, a jolt shoots through her body as she almost jumps out of her seat.

"Fuck yeah, girlfriend," she moans. "That feels so good." Her comment brings me back to reality slightly, also making my mind acknowledge the feeling of the plug in my ass that I had managed to not think about for the last couple of minutes. I take a few more licks and get enough pussy juice in my mouth to swallow it. Tasting her sweet wetness again makes me forget everything else once again. I lick up and down her slit a few more times as she moans heavily and wraps her hands around the back of my head, pulling it closer. I let my tongue slip inside her, accompanied by even more panting and heaving. After darting it in and out a few times I let it move up to her clit, flicking the moist and swollen bud gently.

"Oh, yeees," she hisses. "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming."

I flick my tongue quicker as she grabs my head even tighter and pushes her pussy towards it.

"I'm coooo...ooming," she shouts again. "You lick me like only a girl caaa.. aaan."

With that, her whole body tenses up while she presses my head as hard as she can into her climaxing slit. I try to move my tongue but it's difficult. After a while, I just keep my mouth open and eagerly drink up as much of her juices as possible. She came for a good minute, riding my face, smearing it with sweet, gooey climax wetness. As she finally slows down, I'm drenched in her orgasm. She still holds my head but gently now. I lick her slit on the outside slowly and lovingly.

"Thank you," my wife finally says. "You will fit right in with the girls. Usually, this would be my time to reciprocate but unfortunately, you don't have a pussy to pleasure."

I don't really know how to best respond to that. What I do know is how turned on I am and how much I want to cum.

"And you don't really have cock either, do you?" she laughs.

This time I know how I want to respond. For fucks sake, we have built a life together for over twenty happy years. On top of that, I have just pleasured her orally without a thought for my own enjoyment. I want to scream at her but decide on a more cautious approach.

"Do we really need to do this, when it's just the two of us?" I ask sincerely.

"What!?" she responds with a different tone of voice, sitting up in the chair and pushing my head away.

"Who started this?" she asks sternly.

"Well, Emma and her friend were the ones who..." I try.

"Nooo!" my wife interrupts me. "The girls just reacted to something. What did they react to?"

"Me," I confess as I know just from the change of atmosphere in the room that I have already lost. "They reacted to my wandering eyes."

"That's right," Jessica says. "And what did you want to do?"

"Err," I hesitate. "I guess, maybe, somewhere in the back of my mind I wanted to... fuck them."

"Those poor girls," Jessica mocks. "What else where they supposed to do? And who sucked black cock long before I even got involved?" she continues without waiting for my response.

"I did," I said.

"And you liked it, didn't you?"