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# CH 4 - Steve's Rules

I woke up from a nap still sore from the pounding that Steve gave me earlier in the day. I came home exhauasted and just crashed. His cum was dried and caked btween my legs. Stacy pulled up just getting home. I went to the kitchen in my panties to fix her tea. She came in the door "You look cute in those," she said referring to the white laced panties.

I handed her the cup of tea still feeling overwhelmed that Steve was fucking her anytime he wished, and I seldom ever got to penetrate her. I kneeled and hugged her feet as she held her tea carefully taking a sip.

"Please, please Stacy, Please let me fuck you tonight I said whimpering."

"I can only pee so much in a day Stacy said, and I kinda need to save it for Steve, Sweetheart. He already screwed my brains out twice today, and I barely was able to pee after the second time," she said taking a sip as I was sobbing at her feet"

"...but I'm your husband," I protested tears running down my cheeks. I looked up her short skirt, and saw her soaked panties from my kneeling position.

"Please....I don't want to lose you," I said crying as I put her my head in her lap.

She ran her hand through my hair saying "baby, I'll always love you. You've been such supportive helpful husband and wife," she said stroking my hair. "But I also think I love Steve, baby. I think it must be passionate lovemaking or something, but I really need just need to be in his arms sometimes, baby."

"But he's married!," I cried.

"I know, it's silly, but Jan is so suppportive and seems to have strong feelings for me as well. I'm not going anywhere, baby. You'll always be my husband. I love you too," she said holding my chin and looking into my eyes. "It's just that steve is my lover, baby, and the only thing that could wreck our marriage is if you let your ego get in the way of that, sweetheart. You need to let your ego go baby, it's just going to cause you pain."

"When, can I fuck you again?," I said sobbing in her lap smelling the pungent odor of Steve's cum.

"Baby, I don't want to hurt you, but I also need to be honest,"She said stroking my hair. "Steve gets kind of possessive and jealous. He wants my pussy to be only his, and said that If I'm going to fuck him, he has to be the only one. You really don't need my vagina, baby, but my vagina seems to really need him in the worst way. You never got to fuck it that much anyway or even last that long when you did, baby. He didn't even want you fucking my hand anymore, sweetheart. It took alot of talking just to get him to concede letting you do that. Baby, I'm sure if you ask him nicely, he might give you permission to fuck me."

"My god," I said weeping. "What if he wanted you to divorce me or something," I said with tears running down my cheeks.

"Baby, I'm sure it won't come to that. Let's not even go there. Plus there's good news, sweetheart. He absolutely has no problem with you eating me out after he's done with me. Isn't that great?!" she said excitedly.

I sat on the floor totally crushed by this turn of events.

Stacy said "You can eat me out now if you'd like," she said with a smile trying to cheer me up. She took her wet panties off and sat in the chair with her legs spread. Steve's cream was oozing from her pussy. "Come on baby, it will feel good, and I can tell you want it. Your panties can't even hold your weenie anymore, sweetheart," she said watching my penis growing out of the top of my panties. I crawled over to her chair, and I lapped the cream out of her vagina as she held the back of my head as I started humping her leg at the same time. Her leg became slick with my pre-cum, and I quickly spurted all over he shin. "Oh yes, baby, fuck that leg," she said laughing as it was spurting. She then had me lay on the floor and mounted my face. She dumped steve's load in my mouth and told me to suck it out. It filled my mouth as she expressed it out with her vaginal muscles. "That works so much better than just trying to wipe it with a paper towel or something," she said as she stood up and walked to the bathroom. I watched her bare ass swayback and forth as she walked away with just her blouse and high heels on with my sperm dripping down her leg. I found myself hoping Steve would fuck her again soon, so I could get to eat my wife out again. "Don't forget to put your butt plug in, sweetheart. You need to keep that stretched. I don't want Steve to permanently damage you or anything," she said shouting from the bathroom as she sat on the toilet. "She does love and care about me!," I thought feeling elated.

\#### The Last Shred

John entered Steve's office for his noon appointment.

"By now it should be a given that when you enter here, you take your clothes off and get on all four," Steve said authoritatively.

"Umm..sorry," I said as I hurriedly took my clothes off and dropped to the floor presenting my ass to Steve.

"Get over here and suck my cock, bitch," he said impatiently. I crawled quickly over to his lap and started sucking his knob. and licking his shaft. I then gently sucked his balls. I knew he liked that and wanted to get there before he told me too. He started to softly moan. I took a short break and asked "umm..sir, I'm wondering if I could ask a question?"

"What?" he said.

"I'm wondering if you might allow me to fuck my wife ....maybe ...sometime," I said as I quickly started to suck his knob again paying special attention to the underside trying to please him the best I could."

"That really depends on how good of a little bitch you are," he said as he stood up and held my head with both hands firmly gripping my hair as he began to fuck my mouth vigoriously shoving his mammoth cock down my throat. "Your going to have to be a considerably better bitch than you are now for that ever to happen," he said taking his cock out of my mouth giving me a chance to speak.

"I can be!" I said gasping for a breath.

"You can be what."

"I can be a even better bitch for you. Please let me be your bitch," I begged.

"bend over bitch." he said.

"Yes sir," I said presenting my ass to him. He grabbed the back of my head locking his fingers firmly in my hair, and he thrust his huge cock deep into my ass. I groaned as he started thrusting like a precision fucking machine. "This is how I fuck your wife. Do you think you can do this to her, bitch?" he said making me moan. For the first time, being thoroughly stretched out, the pain went away, and it started to feel incredible. "No!" I weeped. "Please fuck me, sir. It feels so good. Please don't stop, I want to be your bitch!" I begged. With tears running down my cheeks, I now understood why Stacy wouldn't give him up. He continued to pound me, his cock massaging my prostate in a heavenly way. He pulled out and told me to start sucking his cock. I sucked his cock as he started thrusting in my mouth. I could feel the pulsing and throbbing and then came the thick bitter cum rapidly filling my mouth. I took his cock as deep into my throat as possible trying to take the ejaculate directly into my throat. He kept thrusting as he was cumming. He pulled out when he finished and stood in front of me while I was still on my knees. "Don't move. Open your mouth," he said. I opened my mouth and thought "Oh no!". He started to groan as he let loose a powerful stream of urine into my mouth. "You better not get any on the floor, bitch," he said. My mouth started to fill fast, and I swallowed almost gagging freeing up more space in my mouth for his piss. It just kept coming. I swallowed again. The stream started to let up and then stopped. "Shake it," he said impatiently. I took some the skin of his cock near his knob between my thumb and forefinger and shook the last few drops into my open mouth. I then lovingly sucked his cock clean and said "Thank you, sir" gratefully. "you might make a good bitch after all," he said with a smirk. "I only want to please you," I said as I sucked his soft penis gently.

"I'm done," he said as he zipped up and walked back to his desk. I stood up slowly as the aching set in from the pounding from his massive cock, and started to get dressed.

  

# Steve's Pussy

Stacy came home at six. I met her at the door in the pink panties she picked out for me in the morning. I gave her the tea that she likes when she gets home from work.

"You been a good boy today?" today she asked leaning against the counter taking a sip of tea in her impeccable business attire.

"Yes," I said, standing in front of her in my panties not quite able to look her in the eye.

Floors cleaned?

Yes.

Wash done?

Yes.

No beating your weenie?

No mam.

"Good boy," she said taking a sip of tea with a little smile. "I've got something for you to clean up in a minute. Steve fucked my brains out before I left work, and I've been sitting in a mess all the way home," she said setting her tea on the counter. She removed all her clothes which was different as usually she just removed her panties and sat on my face with her skirt still on. As she took her shirt off, I was dumbfounded at what I saw.

"What's that?," I said looking at her Tattoo that said "Steve's Pussy" with an arrow pointing to her vagina.

"It's a tattoo, silly," she said framing it with her hands.

"Wh..why did you do that?" I said, my face turning pale.

"Well we went to lunch, and Steve said he wouldn't fuck me anymore unless I got it. I had to baby. He wouldn't give me his cock unless I did. You understand don't you, baby?" she said with pouty lips and his cum starting to hang in strands from her vagina.

"I guess," I said almost on the verge of tears with a rock hard erection.

"Awww.. your the only guy I know, honey, that can look sad and have an erection at the same time. It's starting to drip, baby. Why don't you suck it out before the floor gets messy," she said pushing me to the floor and mounting my face. She contracted her vaginal muscles pushing his cum into my mouth saying "Suck it out, baby. You do that so well," she said as she got up and gave me her soaked panties. "Would you mind rinsing those out baby?" she said as she walked to the bathroom to pee. Watching her ass sway back and forth as she walked in her high heels almost made me pop. She finished and came back in the room standing in front of me in her high heels naked. Just looking at her melted me.

"Please, please let me fuck you," I said as I fell to the floor and hugged her ankles.

"Baby, you know you have to ask Steve that. Your talking to the wrong person. If it was up to me, I would have before I peed just now. You could hump my leg if you like, sweetheart." I started to hump her leg as she ran her hand through my hair with her tattoo proclaiming whose pussy I was looking at staring me in the face.

"You know, baby, he said he would let you fuck me if you got one too," she said, wiping a tear from my cheek with her thumb.

"Really," I said, wanting to desperately plunge my penis inside her. "What does he want it to say?" I said dreading her answer.

"Well, he said you could fuck me if you got one across your butt that said "Steve's Fuck Toy" she said as she sat in a chair with my head in her lap with my pre-cum dripping on her feet. "Think about it, baby. Wouldn't it be exciting to mount me like a real man again?"

"Yes," I said sobbing in her lap and the sour taste of his cum still in my mouth. "I want to fuck you tonight," I said not caring what it took to be with my wife.

\#### It's all down hill from here.

My butt was still stinging like hell when we returned home from the tattoo parlor, but my penis was as hard as steel just thinking I would now get to penetrate my wife.

"Take off your pants and lets see," Stacy said in anticipation. I pulled down my pants and displayed my ass that now said "Steve's Fuck Toy" written across it and bent over.

"Awww...it looks cute honey," she said as I started to stand up. "Wait, stay there, .....your butt doesn't really close up anymore," she said in shock. "Can your feel that?" she said with a hint of concern in her voice.

"Feel what?"

"I have my middle finger half way up your butt, sweetheart, and the walls of your rectum aren't even touching my finger. Steve has really ripped you a new one, baby."

"Your kidding!", I said standing up almost in tears. "Stacy, can't you stop seeing him, please."

"I can't do that, baby. I love him, ......but I understand if you want to leave."

"But why?" I said in tears.

Because when he makes love to me, baby, I feel like a complete woman, and I feel like I'm completely lost in him. I don't know...it's hard to explain. I just love him completely, I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I adore him,and he and Jan said they would have me as kind of a second wife if I chose to move in with them.

"What about me?"

Steve likes you, honey. "I think you can stay as long as you stay on his good side. You please him quite a bit and Jan I'm sure doesn't want to lose her maid." she said as she came over and started stroking my penis. "That feels better doesn't it, honey," she said as she worked the shaft with a twisting motion using the pre-cum for lube. "I better stop, before you have a little accident," she said with a smile. "Tonight is your big night. you get to fuck me like a man." she said as her skirt and panties feel to the floor and lead back on the bed spreading her legs. My penis stiffened even further. Looking at her her probing her self with her fingers, I knew I would never leave her. I mounted her and started thrusting, and realized I couldn't really feel anything. It was like fucking air. Steve had ruined her vagina with his mammoth cock.

"I can't feel anything!"

"Ummm.....I can't feel anything either, baby," she said with giggle. "Are you sure you're in there?"

"Yes!"

"You're erect aren't you? Try harder, Steve says if anything, I'm too tight down there," she said with a little grin. I started thrusting harder feeling no friction at all and then just pulled out and started crying."

"Baby, it not a big deal. You have to get over this being a man stuff. This testosterone thing is just making you miserable. I'm starting to think you'd be better off without those testicles altogether. I think you would be much happier. You need to come to terms with the man you want to be and the man you are, sweetheart. I don't need another Steve, baby. you can never fill his shoes, ....or should I say "pussy" ? she said with a slight grin. "Stop trying to apply for a job that is already filled, baby ......so to speak."

"Then what can I do then," I said in tears.

"I need a maid, cook and a friend," she said. Those jobs are open, sweetheart.

But what about sex?

I don't need sex from you, baby, but I realize you have needs and I'm always willing to lend you a hand or a leg if you need it, ......if you've been good of course.

That's not acceptable! I said in a flash of jealous rage raising my hand almost ready to slap her.

"Ok, ....that's not acceptable," she said sternly and loudly as her eyes turned to ice. "If your going to have these mood swings like that. I'm going to have to really consider whether you can keep your balls if your going to stay with me. I'm convinced a simple orchiectomy will level your moods without that testosterone and you'll be much happier in this arrangement."

I could tell by looking in her eyes, she was actually serious. "No, I'm fine," I said quietly trying to calm her down.

"Then show me how much you want to keep your balls," she said standing nude in front of me.

What do you mean?

"I mean get on your knees, kiss my feet and persuade me why I shouldn't have your balls removed via an orchiectomy, because right now your on your way to an appointment with a surgeon, John, and you'll tell him that your a woman trapped in a mans body or whatever you need to tell him to get it done. I also think it will clean up that weenie beating behavior that I don't like. I don't even know if I feel safe in this house. You actually almost slapped me. I'm pretty upset right now, Johnny. The way I feel right now is that you have two options. You can stay here in the lap of luxury with your balls removed to eliminate that nasty testosterone problem you seem to have so I feel safe, or you can go relax in the homeless shelter and wait in the soup line. Tell me why I should let you keep your balls, John."

She meant every word, and I knew I couldn't live without her. I fell to my knees and begged her to forgive me.

Please, please Stacy, I want to stay with you. I love you more than anything. Please let me keep my balls. I promise I would never do anything to hurt you. Please, please, I'll do anything for you, just please let me keep my balls.

I don't know why your so attached to them, they only make you miserable and cause you pain. I'm pretty angry right now, John. I'm going to relax on it and talk to Jan tomorrow and we'll discuss whether Your going to get your balls removed. Personally, I think you'd be much happier in this arrangement without them. 

#  ...The next day

Stacy came home from work. She took off her skirt and panties, took her tea from me and said, "clean it up John, I'm a mess down there. She sat in the kitchen chair as I licked and sucked Steve's cum out of her. She talked to me about her discussion with Jan while I was cleaning up the outside of her vagina.

"I talked to Jan and she is of the opinion that she would like you to keep your balls, because you do a better job on her floors when you clean them wearing that humbler thing and you need your balls for that. I told her that I didn't feel safe with all that aggressive testosterone running through your body ....don't forget the inner thighs, Johnny. Anyway, she had a great idea. She suggested that you wear the humbler thing here at home until I feel better about you again. She assured me that you are completely harmless when you are in the Humbler (see pics of Humbler on page two of this thread). So I told her I would give that a chance," she said as she ran her hand across her vagina to make sure I got everything.

She took the humbler out of a bag and said "Get on your knees and get that butt in the air baby."

She grabbed and tugged my testicles back as far as she could and clamped the humbler on them. Try to stand up," she said taking another sip of tea. I tried and she saw that the only position possible was on my knees and elbows.

"I think that will work just fine. I feel safer already," she said with a smile. That really shows off your balls nicely, honey. Your going to be in that for a couple of days until I feel better about your attitude and state of mind again. If your going to act all aggressive like a dog your going to be on all fours like a dog until you earn the right to stand up like a man.

"what about going to the bathroom?" I whimpered.

I don't know, baby. I've never seen a dog use a toilet. You certainly won't be able to sit on the toilet with the Humbler. You'd probably rip your balls off just trying to attempt it. I guess I could let you go outside in the backyard to do your business. You'll have no trouble squatting and peeing outside in the grass. If you time it right, the neighbors shouldn't even see you. You might want to relax next to the sliding glass door as your bowels seem to get a little unpredictably urgent these days ...with how Steve has reshaped your sphincter and all. hmmmm....dinner is going to be tough. You'll probably need to eat out of a bowel on the floor. Sorry about that, but there is no way you'll be able to sit at the table wearing that thing. Consider it all part of the doggy experience, sweetheart."

Please, Stacy. You can trust me. Please you don't need to do this.

I think I do. I feel safer this way and that's what's important isn't it, baby? ...isn't it? ...isn't it?

"Yes," I said almost in tears.

"There's one other thing that Jan suggested, that I was really against, but I think she's probably right. She said you need a good whipping so you know your place in relation to Steve," she said as she took her leather belt off.

"No....please, Stacy."

"Are you saying you want to leave and just go to the men's shelter tonight, baby? Remember our prenup, Baby. You leave with what you came into this relationship with. I can pack you a duffel bag right now if you like."

"No, Please, I want to stay with you," I said whimpering.

"Then ask for it, baby. I'm not going to beat you against your will."

"Please beat me Stacy."

She then proceeded to whip my ass with all her might. She then said "This last one is for raising your hand to me, John," and she let the leather belt land squarely on my exposed testicles. I groaned and feel over almost passing out. We'll see if in a couple of days your ready to stand up like a man, sweetheart. this really hurts me more than it hurts you baby, but it's for your own good if you're going to choose to stay in this arrangement. Do you understand where you stand now, sweetheart?"

"Yes," I groaned.

"Are you sure you understand your place now, baby? I really don't want to run into any more problems, sweetheart."

"Yes, I understand," I said timidly with tears welling up in my eyes.

"That's nice, baby. I'm sure it will be even more crystal clear in a couple of days. When you're ready, your dinner will be on the floor in a bowl by the sink," she said sweetly.