

"Road Trip"
by c.w. cobblestone and cuckytoher

The bus bounced wildly along the road, lurching at every turn,
causing the passengers to lean hard every time we came to a sharp
bend. The sun was almost gone, and the dusky scenery outside the
window was a shadowy green blur as we raced past the countryside.

The bus driver must've been in an awful hurry - he was driving way
past the speed limit - but I didn't mind. I wanted to get to
Colorado as quickly as possible.

None of the other passengers were complaining, either. It had been a
long trip from New York. Three days. Three grueling days on a
TravelRight bus - and it was my distinct misfortune to be sitting in
front of a couple tow-headed little brats who screamed, cried and
kicked my seat throughout the entire trip.

The voyage was made even more unpleasant for me by the huge
butt-plug that was imbedded deep in my ass. That was Janice's idea.
Every time the bus hit a bump, I thought of my wife.

Whenever the bus would sway, it felt like my intestines were being
ripped open. But the pain in my rectum didn't matter: I was on my
way to see my Janice!

Janice and her lover, Roy, were on vacation in Colorado. They'd left
me at home to take care of the chores. And, boy, did they leave me a
long list of chores to do! I had to clean the garage, the basement
and the gutters; I also had to go to Roy's house and paint his
bathroom and living room. On top of all that, I was expected to
carry out my normal household duties.

The idea was, they would have a marvelous two weeks skiing in Aspen,
and when they got home, every little dirty job they wanted done
would be taken care of by yours truly.

But when they got to their hotel, they discovered that they'd
forgotten to pack their camera.

So guess who had to bring it to them?

That's right: My wife had the audacity to call me on the phone and
order me to hop on a bus and travel nearly 2,000 miles to bring them
their lousy camera! Hell, they could've easily just bought another
camera - after all, Roy's got money to burn. And the damn bus ticket
cost almost as much as the camera!

But they really didn't care about the camera; these are the kind of
power-trip games they like to play with me. They keep pushing, it
seems, to see how far I'll let them go. So far, they haven't reached
my breaking point.

When it comes to Janice, I doubt if I even have a breaking point.

Of course, I didn't object out loud to having to take the camera to
them. I'm way too pussywhipped to ever argue with my wife, no matter
how unreasonable she's being. About all I could do was keep my mouth
shut, and pray that maybe Janice and Roy would allow me to stay with
them for the rest of their vacation. But I certainly wasn't holding
my breath.

The bus finally pulled into the Aspen station around midnight. As
soon as I got off the bus, I found a pay phone and called my wife's
hotel room. I had to call collect - I didn't have a dime to my name.

After about 10 rings, the operator clicked back on the line and told
me the call didn't go through. I kept trying every couple minutes,
but each time it was the same result: No answer.

I wandered through the bus terminal for awhile, but walking was
uncomfortable because of the butt plug in my ass. I gingerly took a
seat at the rear of the station, feeling totally dejected and alone.
I hadn't had a bite to eat since I left home, and I was starving.
But my wife had told me not to bring any money with me on the bus:
"You don't need money," she told me. "I don't want you stuffing your
face with Twinkies at every stop - you're disgusting enough
already."

"Disgusting." I hear that term of endearment all the time.

I wasn't always this fat. In fact, when I first married Janice, I
was actually in pretty good shape. But as the years began piling up,
so did the pounds. Eventually, my wife stopped being attracted to
me.

Then she started dating Roy. The rest, as they say, is history.

*   *   *

My life really started going downhill a few years ago, when I lost
my first job as a computer programmer. My company downsized, and
left me holding a mortgage and a shitload of other bills. I
desperately tried to find a job in my field, but the market had
dried up like the Sahara Desert.

Try as I may, I just couldn't find a job. I could tell my wife was
starting to lose respect for me. I gained nearly 60 pounds during my
time on unemployment, and Janice was constantly berating me about my
weight.

"Look at you," she'd say. "You're a fat loser. Nobody wants to hire
a fat-ass loser, Harold."

It killed me whenever Janice would talk to me like that, but I would
never say a word. I didn't want to start an argument. My wife had
always been the dominant one in our marriage, but after I lost my
job, she really began taking control of things. It's tough for a man
to stand up for himself when he isn't bringing home the bacon.

Finally, after months of fruitless job-hunting, Janice informed me
that there was an opening at the bank where she worked. I was happy
for a second - until she told me it was a janitor's position.

When I protested that I was too qualified to work as a janitor, my
wife was ready with a quick answer:

"It doesn't sound to me like too many people are impressed with your
so-called qualifications, Harold," she spat. "If you're so damned
qualified, why don't you have a job by now?"

Of course, I applied for the job the next day.

I interviewed with a Mr. Roy Halls, the vice-president of the bank.
After a long conversation, Mr. Halls told me I had the job.

"Your wife is one of our best tellers, so you have a good foot in
the door right off the bat," he said. "And - if you don't mind my
saying so - Janice is...easy on the eyes, if you know what I mean!"
He cupped his hands in front of his breasts and smirked. "Harold,
your wife is absolutely STACKED! Va-voom!"

"Yes, sir."

It made me seethe inside to hear Mr. Halls talking about my wife
like that, but I wisely kept my indignation to myself.

I started my new job a week later. At work, Janice treated me pretty
much the same as she treated me at home: As an inferior. From the
very first day, she was ordering me around in that disgusted tone of
voice she uses when she addresses me. And she would frequently put
me down in front of the other tellers.

One day while I was emptying the trash, I heard my wife talking to
Karen, the woman at the window next to her.

"Look at him, bent over like that," Janice said. "His ass looks like
a beach ball!"

Karen laughed. "Yeah, he is a hefty one," she observed. "Why did you
marry him in the first place?"

"Well, it sure as hell wasn't for his money," Janice said. "And it
certainly wasn't for the sex!"

I couldn't believe my wife was talking like that right there at
work! And that bitch, Karen - who the hell did she think she was?

But, again, I said nothing. I pretended I didn't hear them, and
moved on to the next trash can.

Each day, Janice would make me run out to the restaurant to get
lunch for her and Karen. After a week or so, the other tellers would
put in their orders. Pretty soon, I was the designated "lunch boy"
at the bank. Every day, all the tellers and the other office
personnel would bark out their orders and I'd write them down and
run out and get lunch for everybody.

Mr. Halls must've picked up on the subservient way in which I
interacted with my wife, because he started openly flirting with
her, right there at the bank. Janice told me he'd always flirted
with her a little - but the heavy stuff didn't start until I started
working there.

"Roy knew I was married, and he must've just assumed that my husband
had a spine," she explained. "But now that he knows you, he can see
for himself that you're nothing but a fat-ass coward."

In addition to openly lusting after my wife, Mr. Halls began
treating me like shit. One time, he yelled at me in front of all the
tellers because I hadn't cleaned the toilets in the men's room good
enough. Then he made me go back and do it again. I could see all the
other tellers - including Janice - snickering as I dejectedly headed
back to the rest room.

I'd only been working at the bank for a few weeks when Janice and
Mr. Halls took their first "long lunch" together. They were gone
from noon until nearly four.

Now, I'm not the smartest guy in the world, but it didn't take a
rocket scientist to figure out what had happened!

They started taking "long lunches" nearly every day. It became kind
of a joke around the bank. "Boy, Janice and Mr. Halls sure have been
gone a long time - the service at that restaurant must be mighty
slow," was only one of the quips I had to endure.

Nobody at work treated me with respect. The men all thought I was a
joke, and the women shared Janice's opinion of me: They thought I
was disgusting. Can you blame them? What kind of man stand by and do
nothing while another man was fucking his wife, right under his
nose?

Eventually, Janice came right out and told me she was having an
affair with Roy. Of course, it was no surprise to me, but hearing my
wife actually say the words really broke my heart.

"But honey...why?" I asked in anguish.

"Look in the mirror, fat-ass!" was her dry rejoinder.

After Janice's confession, she threw caution to the wind. There was
no reason to sneak around anymore, so Roy became a frequent visitor
to our house - and my wife's bedroom.

At first, I would vamoose whenever he came over. I'd go to the
library, or go catch a movie. But when he started spending the night
at our place, I had no choice; I was forced to face him.

I hated the way he would smirk whenever he saw me. Even at work,
he'd make snide little remarks, like, "man, Harold you just don't
know what you're missing." Roy knew that Janice had stopped letting
me make love to her, and he never let me hear the end of it.

"It's tight, Harold," he said one day as he passed me in the hall.
"Just thought you might like to know."

"I'm sorry, sir - what was that?" I asked. I knew damn well what he
said.

"I said it's tight. T-I-G-H-T!" He made a circle with his thumb and
forfinger, and simulated sex with the index finger on his other
hand. "Pussy's always best served nice and tight, Harold."

My true wimpy nature was exposed to everyone at that year's company
Christmas party. Originally, I wasn't invited, but Roy said I could
come along if I did exactly as he said. I promised I would. Maybe I
shouldn't have: Roy had me dress in an elf's costume and hang
everyone's coat up as they came in the door. Then I had to wait on
all the tables and serve drinks all night. Roy told all the
employees that I had agreed to work the party as valet, coat room
attendant, bartender and waiter for some extra cash. In reality,
everyone knew I was doing it for free.

Gradually, Roy began taking control of our lives at home as well. He
began helping us pay our bills, and the favor came with some heavy
strings attached. Roy had pretty much moved in with us at this
point, and he began making all the household decisions. Janice would
agree to everything her lover suggested; I was never consulted.

One day, Roy told Janice he wanted her to quit her job.

"I can take care of things financially," he said. "A pretty little
thing like you needs to be spending her days shopping, or relaxing -
you shouldn't be stuck behind a teller window all day."

So Janice quit her job at the bank and dedicated herself
to...herself. She started buying all kinds of expensive clothes -
things I could never afford - and she joined the exclusive health
club where Roy was a member. They would spend hours at the club,
working out and socializing with all the other blue-bloods.
Meanwhile, I'd be at the bank, working my ass off, or sitting on my
fat ass at home, eating Twinkies by the truckload.

While Janice was allowed to quit her job, I was actually given a
longer work schedule. One day, Roy duly informed me that my new
hours were from 7:30 a.m. to 6 p.m. - damn near a 12-hour day!

"I'm spending a lot of money around here," he explained. "So you're
going to help make up for it by working more hours."

"Besides," my wife added, "if you're working more hours, you won't
have time to stuff your face."

So I worked my longer day at the bank, then I'd come home and work
some more. By now, my home life pretty much consisted of being
Janice and Roy's maid. They constantly had me scurrying around the
house, getting things for them.

We settled into a routine: Each day, it seemed, Janice and Roy would
do something new to take me further into the abyss of degradation. I
could slowly feel my life slipping away. Hell, for awhile there, I
hardly ever got to see my own wife naked. I'd taken up permanent
residence in the guest room, and I wasn't privvy to Janice's more
intimate moments, like showering or dressing.

I would beg my wife and her lover to at least let me watch them make
love once in awhile, but Janice always had the same answer: "I don't
want to be fucking Roy, and have to look up and see your disgusting
fat ass!"

It was Roy who finally relented and began allowing me to participate
in their lovemaking. Of course, it wasn't in a way that I'd hoped
for: Roy would make me kneel behind him and lick his balls while he
fucked my wife doggie-style.

"There's a certain poetic justice about that," he often said.
"That's where you belong: Kneeling behind a real man while he fucks
the taste out of your wife's mouth. That's about all you're good
for."

But through it all, I obeyed. It was because of Janice. I truly
loved her and wanted to see her happy.

But I was insanely jealous of Roy. His looks, his money - everything
about him was perfect. Not only does the guy look like he just
walked off the set of a soap opera, but he pulls in somewhere in the
neighborhood of $200,000 a year.

That's why he was able to take a two-week vacation to Aspen at the
drop of a hat. Roy is the boss, so he pretty much does whatever he
wants to.

When I found out they were going on vacation, I prayed they'd take
me with them. I even put in for my vacation time during the same two
weeks. But Janice told me a few days before they left that Roy
didn't want me hanging around them while they were on their holiday.
So that was that.


*   *   *

I sat there in the bus station for awhile with nothing to do. I saw
a newspaper in the trash can, so I dug it out and began perusing it.
But I could barely comprehend what I was reading, because I kept
staring at the clock. Twelve-thirty. Twelve forty-five. One o'clock.
Every 15 minutes or so, I'd get up and try to call Janice and Roy's
hotel room again.

Finally, at around 2 a.m., my wife picked up the phone and accepted
the charges.

"Hello?" Her voice sounded strange...as if she were either sleepy or
drunk.

"Hi Janice, I'm at the bus station."

"Well what the fuck are you doing there?" she snapped. "Get your fat
ass over here with our camera." She let the silence hang in the air
for a moment, then I heard Roy say something in the background which
caused my wife to chuckle. "Oh, that's right, Roy, I almost forgot,"
she said to her lover. Then she told me, "listen, slob, before you
leave the bus station, check at the ticket office. I left a package
for you."

"I think he's going to hate it," I heard Roy say, to which Janice
laughed. "Well, frankly, I don't give a fu - "

That's all I heard before the receiver went dead.

I hung up the phone and stood there for a moment, feeling like an
absolute piece of shit. My stomach was growling from hunger, my
heart was aching from despair, and my ass was throbbing from the
butt plug.

I waddled over to the ticket window and retrieved the package from
the attendant. I was apprehensive as I took the parcel - I knew
whatever Janice and Roy had cooked up, it couldn't possibly bode
well for me.

Attached to the small box was a note, folded and taped to the top. I
fervently glanced around the bus station to be sure nobody was
watching, then unfolded the note.

The message made me cringe:

"Cucky, inside you'll find a pair of black pantyhose. I wore them
last night while Roy was fucking me with that gorgeous cock of his.
You can see where Roy ripped them in the crotch. He's such an
animal! I want you to put them on under your pants and walk to the
Sunny Hills resort, out on Blake Road. We're in Room 231. It's about
an hour walk from the bus station, but you need to knock some weight
off that fat ass anyway, so a walk will do you good. When you get
here, make sure you thank Roy, because he was thinking about you. He
figured you'd be hungry after your long trip so he left you a little
snack from last night. We want you to carry it in your mouth on the
way over. Don't swallow it. If you're really good, you can eat it
when you get here.

Kisses,

Janice


I swallowed hard and peeked inside the box. In addition to the
pantyhose, there was a huge condom with a knot tied at the end. It
was full of what I knew was Roy's cum.

I didn't want to have to walk to the resort with a dirty condom in
my mouth - that was the last thing in the world I felt like doing -
but I knew I had no choice. So I went to the men's room to change.

First, I put on the pantyhose. They were way too tight, and the
waist band only came up halfway up my legs. It was incredibly
uncomfortable when I put on my pants.

Then I steeled myself for the next part of my mission. Sighing
sadly, I put the condom in my mouth and quickly left the bus
station.

Just my luck: It was snowing outside. Oh, well. The story of my
life. I turned up my collar and plodded toward the resort.

It was a long, uncomfortable walk with the butt plug in my ass and
the condom under my tongue. But I kept on pushing through the
driving snow, spurred on by my love for Janice.

Finally, I came upon the Sunny Hills resort. I quickly located Room
231 and knocked on the door.

"It's open," I heard Janice's muffled voice say. 

I opened the door and was greeted by the sight of Janice on all
fours with Roy behind her, humping away. Both of their bodies were
covered with sweat. I figured they must have been fucking since my
call.

Roy glanced over his shoulder and said, "welcome to Aspen, now get
your fat ass over here and get to work."

I didn't have to be told twice. I knew exactly what Roy meant by
"get to work." I immediately dropped my bag, made my way toward the
bed, and took my normal place between Roy's legs. I knew he wanted
me to lick his balls while he fucked my wife - but I still had the
condom in my mouth.

"Umm...sir?" I asked. Roy stopped fucking Janice and turned toward
me, annoyed.

"What the fuck do you want, fat-ass?" he growled. "Can't you see I'm
busy here?"

"Uh...well, do you want me to swallow your condom, sir? Before
I...start?"

Roy and Janice laughed. "Oh yeah, the rubber!" Roy said. "Yeah, go
ahead and swallow it, Harold - after all, it would be difficult for
you to suck my nuts with a used rubber in your mouth, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, then - bon apetite!" he said. "When you're done, get your
chubby ass up under here and get that tongue to work."

I swallowed the condom, then took my place behind Roy and started
swabbing his balls with my tongue. It was difficult keeping my
tongue in place, because his ass kept slamming into my face as he
fucked my wife. Somehow, though, I managed to keep pace with his
dancing hips.

Far above me, my wife and Roy were giving forth the grunting,
squealing, animal sounds of lovemaking. Janice never screamed like
that when she was with me, that's for sure!

Finally, my tickling tongue and my wife's tight pussy were too much
for Roy, and he began arching his back and shooting cum inside my
wife's pussy. After his orgasm subsided, Roy fell down next to
Janice on the bed. They laid there for a long time, cuddling
together in post-coital bliss. I stayed on my knees, my head bowed
in abject submission.

After a few minutes, Roy sat up and looked at me. "Well, fat-ass,
did you bring the camera?" he asked. I answered affirmatively, and
he told me to fetch it from my bag.

I did as ordered and gave the camera to my wife. She inspected it
for a moment, then put it on the bed.

"Thanks, lard-butt!" Janice said.

"Hey, Jan, hand me that camera for a minute," Roy said. She passed
the camera to her lover. Roy fumbled with it for a minute, then
engaged the "on" switch.

When the flash bulb was ready, Roy looked at me and sneered. "All
right, Harold - drop your drawers."

I removed my pants, and stood in front of my wife and her lover,
clad only in the panty hose.

"Don't you look cute," Roy observed dryly. "Now, get on your knees,
fat-ass."

I dropped to my knees.

"Okay," Roy said, aiming the camera at me. "Say, 'cheese.'"

Janice laughed. "No - say, 'Roy's dick cheeeeeeeeeeeeeese!'" Roy was
laughing so hard at that one, he could hardly hold the camera
steady.

I repeated the humiliating command: "Roy's dick cheese." Roy snapped
the picture, then put the camera on his night stand.

"We ought to hang that one up at the bank," he laughed.

Janice yawned. "Well, I'm getting tired," she said. "What do you
think Roy - should we allow the pig to stay in our room tonight, or
should we make him sleep outside?"

"Awww...have a heart, Jan - it's snowing outside," Roy said. "We'll
let the pig stay here."

"Thank you, sir," I said.

I spent the night on the floor next to their bed. My stomach was
growling and my ass was killing me from the butt plug, but I was so
exhausted, I managed to get to sleep in a matter of minutes.


*   *   *

I awoke the next morning to the sound of a creaking bed. Groggily
rising to my knees, I saw Roy between Janice's legs, pumping
furiously.

"Oh, did we wake you up?" Roy asked, not missing a stroke.

"No sir." I stammered. 

"Well, good - then get off your fat ass and go over to the donut
shop across the road and get us some coffee and donuts. There's
money on the dresser," he grunted. "I'll have your breakfast ready
by the time you get back."

Janice never said a word; she was totally into the feeling of her
lover's cock impaling her. 

I hobbled across the street to the donut shop and bought two large
cups of coffee and a dozen donuts. As I waited for my change, I
stared longingly at the rows of donuts and muffins on the shelves. I
was absolutely starving, and for a brief moment, I thought about
eating one of Janice and Roy's donuts and telling them that the girl
behind the counter had made a mistake and only put 11 in the box.
But I knew that lie would never fly, and I'd wind up getting my ass
beat.

I went back to the resort and found Roy lounging on the bed, his
hands comfortably propped behind his head. My wife was snuggled up
next to him.

"Well it's about time lard-ass!" Janice said as I entered their
room. "Bring those donuts over here - I'm starving!"

I set the coffee and donuts on the nightstand. They both dove into
the food as I stood there, ruefully watching them eat. Roy noticed
me drooling and laughed.

"Awww...does the poor little lard-ass cucky want a donut?"

"Yes sir." 

Roy and Janice grinned at each other, and I knew they had cooked up
something dreadful. 

"Harold, you've heard of singing for your supper?" Roy asked. "Well,
that's what you're going to do. We think you ought to earn that
donut."

"Yeah, we want you to put on a little show for us and maybe we'll
think about giving you a donut," Janice laughed. She picked up the
remote control and turned on MTV. "Okay, fat-ass, get with the
groove. Let's see how well you can bump and grind for us. Put on a
good strip-show!"

I knew better than to protest. I never was much of a dancer, even
under normal circumstances, but this was extremely awkward. I
squeezed my eyes shut and began slowy dancing and removing my
clothes. Janice hooted and hollered: "Twirl around! Shake that fat
butt!" As soon as I turned, I felt an excruciating sting on my ass.
I jumped three feet in the air and looked behind me. Roy was holding
his thick leather belt, an evil smile playing on his lips. He reared
back and laid another stinging blow across my ass cheeks. I winced
and rubbed my stinging butt.

"Don't stop dancing, fat-ass!" Janice yelled. "Keep it up, take it
all off!" I resumed my humiliating dance, while Roy continued to
take random shots at my ass with his belt. By the time I'd removed
all my clothes, I had tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Look at that fat jiggling!" Janice laughed. "How disgusting!"

"Yeah, he looks like a bowl of jello!" Roy chimed in.

Finally Roy told me to stop dancing. "Not bad, cucky," he said.
"Now, get your chubby ass over here and get your donut. You've
earned it."

I made my way to Roy's side of the bed and knelt down. Roy fished a
donut out of the box and held it under my nose. He kept pushing the
donut closer to my face and then pulling it away. "Open up," he
finally said. I opened my mouth, and in one fell swoop Roy wiped the
donut on his massive cock, which was still covered in cum, then
stuck it in my mouth.

I wasted no time wolfing down the donut - cum and all.

Roy patted my head. "That's a good boy," he said. "Now come clean
these crumbs off my dick."

I leaned over and began gently licking his cock. While I was
working, I sneaked a peek at Roy, which earned me a teeth-rattling
slap.

"I've told you a thousand times - don't be eyeballing me, boy!" he
snapped.

"Sorry," I mumbled as I continued cleaning his genitals.

Janice got into the act, kicking me in the ribs with her bare foot.
"How many times have I told you - don't talk with your mouth full of
cock!" she half-screamed, half-laughed.

I dutifully continued bobbing my head up and down on Roy's cock.
Finally, he told me to stop.

"If you don't, you're going to make me horny, and I'm going to have
to fuck that wife of yours all over again," he said.

"Oooohh...now there's a suggestion!" Janice squealed.

"Not now, darlin'," Roy sighed. "I want to save up some energy for
the slopes."

I stood up and started to walk away, but my wife called me back.
"Wait a minute, Harold - I know that one little donut didn't fill
your fat ass up," she sneered. "Are you still hungry?"

"Yes, Mistress." 

Janice flashed me a seductive smile and spread her legs, holding her
pussy lips open. "Well, then, come taste what a real man makes for
breakfast," she taunted. I crawled between her legs and lapped up
every bit of Roy's cum and her juices.

When she was clean, Janice pushed me aside and said, "Enough. You
bore me. I'm going to take a shower. You have to go now"

Go? Where the hell was I going to go? 

"G-g-go?" I stammered.

"Yes. Go. Go home. You did what you came for: You brought us our
camera. We even let you spend the night. Hell, you even got to
indulge in your sick, kinky little fantasies. Now it's time for you
to go home. Back on the bus!"

I was stunned. I was so tired - I couldn't bear the thought of yet
another long bus ride. I fell to my knees and started sobbing.

"Please, Mistress, please let me stay," I implored. "I'll be good.
I'll do anything. Please, I promise." I sounded like a man facing
execution.

Roy looked at Janice and they exchanged an evil grin. "Anything?"
Janice mused.

"Yes ma'am - pleeeeeease!" I said desperately.

With that, Roy stood up and started walking toward the bathroom. "In
that case, fat-ass, follow me," he barked over his shoulder. I got
up off my knees and followed Roy into the bathroom, expecting the
worst.

The worst was exactly what I got. Roy made me lay down in the
bathtub, then began pissing all over me. It was his first piss of
the day, and it must've lasted a full minute. He liberally sprayed
me from head to toe, paying close attention to the area around my
mouth.

When he was finished, Roy shook the last few drops of urine onto my
nose. Then he reached down and turned on the shower, running only
the cold tap. In a matter of seconds, my body was being assaulted
with freezing pellets of water.

"Stay in there for at least ten minutes," Roy said as he left the
bathroom. "You smell like a goddamned outhouse!"

I shivered in the bathtub, counting off the minutes. When my
allotted time was up, I thankfully turned off the freezing shower. I
was still wearing my wife's panty hose, and they were wringing wet.
I tried to dry them off, but it was impossible. I did the best I
could, then reported back to Janice and Rob.

They were dressed by now. Janice looked gorgeous, even in her ski
cap and cumbersome snow suit.

"Okay, pig, we're going skiing now," she said. "You can stay here
and clean up - we'll leave a "do not disturb" sign on the door, so
the maid doesn't have to bother."

"Yeah," Roy said. "No point in making the maid do any extra work,
when we have you, right?"

"Yes, sir."

Roy dug in his pocket and produced two one-dollar bills. He tossed
them up in the air, and I watched them flutter to the carpet.

"Here's a couple bucks, cucky," he said. "Go have lunch - on me."

Janice giggled. "Don't spend it all in one place, Harold!"

"Y-yes, Mistress," I said. "Thank you."

Janice tugged the ski cap down over her ears. "We'll probably be
back around five," she said airily as they started to walk out the
door.

"Uh...Mistress?" I asked, just as they were about to leave.

"Yes, cucky?"

"Ummmm...may I please take the butt-plug out? I've had it in me for
four days now, and it hurts real bad."

Janice looked at Roy. "What do you think, honey?" she asked. "Should
we?"

Roy shook his head. "Nah," he said casually. "Let him leave it in
there. It'll give him something to think about."

Janice giggled and gave me the thumbs-down sign. "Sorry, cuck - Roy
says no. Bye!"

With that, they breezed out the door.

The door slammed in my face, and I stood there for a minute, feeling
like an absolute piece of garbage. 

I reached back and felt the area around my bruised rectum. I thought
for sure they'd allow me to remove the butt-plug after all this
time. But, then again, I should've known better. They loved the fact
that I was in agony. The only time I'd taken the plug out for the
past four days was when I had to take a shit, and you'd think that
after having it inside me for so long, I'd have gotten used to it.
But that wasn't the case; it still throbbed like a dull toothache
whenever I moved.

At that sad moment, I wanted nothing more than to fling myself over
the big double bed and cry my poor eyes out. After all I'd been
through, I deserved a good, long cry. But, as usual, Janice and Roy
came first - and I knew there would be no lounging around on the bed
for me. I had work to do. I knew if the room wasn't picture-perfect
by the time Janice and Roy got back, there'd be hell to pay!

I cleaned every inch of the room, and ironed all their clothes. I
even polished all Janice's makeup cases and Roy's cologne bottles
and deodorant. It nearly took three hours until everything was
perfect.

After all my hard work, I was starving. I figured $2.00 would be
plenty to get a couple donuts and a cup of coffee. But when I walked
across the street to the donut shop, there was a "Closed" sign
hanging on the window. The small sign on the door listed their
hours; they closed after 2 p.m. on weekdays! I guess there just
wasn't the business after breakfast time.

I trudged back to the room and looked in the phone book, hoping to
find a fast-food outlet near the resort. No such luck. The closest
restaurant was a diner, about a mile away. I really didn't feel like
walking that far, because the butt-plug made every step
excruciating. But I was absolutely starving, so I put my two
one-dollar bills into my pocket and started walking.

I felt so embarassed standing in the diner, asking the waitress what
I could get for $2.00. What I got was an egg salad sandwich and a
small glass of milk.

The meal wasn't exactly a seven-course repast, but when you're
starving, it'll do. After lunch, I made my way back to the room.
Then I waited.

At around 5:00 my wife and her lover returned, wrapped up in each
others' arms like a pair of newlyweds. Their cheeks were ruddy, and
it was obvious that they'd had a grand time on the slopes.

"Hey lard ass, have a good day?" Roy said as he entered the room. As
if he really cared!

"Yes sir."

I looked at Janice, and noticed she was carrying a bag. My wife
looked at me and smiled.

"Cucky, wait until you see what we bought you." She reached in the
bag and produced a bright pink ski suit. It was definitely made for
a female - no guy would be caught dead on the slopes wearing it.
Janice threw it at me. "Try it on."

I wordlessly donned the ski suit as they both stood there smirking.
When I was dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror and was shocked
to see how foolish I looked.

"Wasn't it nice of Roy to think of you like that?" Janice asked with
a sneer.

"Yes ma'am." I muttered. 

"Well don't just stand there looking like a little wimp, get over
here and thank him properly."

By now, Roy had stripped off his clothes and stood naked, his
massive cock jutting forward.

I made my way over and knelt in front of him, still wearing the ski
suit. I took his huge cock in my hand, licked it and said, "thank
you master."  I then proceeded to suck his cock while they looked on
and laughed. After a few minutes, I could feel Roy's ass cheeks
beginning to tighten; he was about to cum. He grabbed my hair,
yanked my head back, and took his cock in his other hand, aiming it
right at my face. The first spurt of cum caught me right in the eye.
I opened my mouth - as I always must do whenever Roy cums in my face
- and he started shooting his sperm on my lips.

When he was finished, he looked down at my face and laughed. A
stream of jism was dripping from my hairline down to my nose. A
dollop of cum hung there from the end of my nose, which caused
Janice and Roy to crack up.

"That's disgusting - reach up with your tongue and clean that shit
off before it hits the floor," Roy chuckled.

Janice was surveying the whole scene while she undressed. Soon she
was naked along with Roy. As always, watching her lover dominate me
made her horny.

"Ooooh, I am SOOOOOO hot!" she hissed. "Baby, I need to get fucked
now!" 

Roy didn't need a special invitation. He took my wife by the hand
and they moved over to the bed. In one fluid motion, Janice fell
down on the bed and spread her creamy legs, while Roy slid onto the
mattress next to her and mounted her in an equally smooth fashion.
Roy wasted no time in ramming his massive cock inside her. Janice
closed her eyes and bit her lip.

I knew that since Roy had just cum, this would be a long session. He
fucked my wife for a few minutes, then looked back at me over his
shoulder.

"Hey, snow bunny, what the fuck are you waiting for?" he barked.
"Get over here and do  your job." 

When Roy gives an order, you don't hesitate. I jumped up and
practically ran to the bed. I crawled on my stomach between Roy's
legs and began my familiar task of licking his swinging balls.

I must have been down there for at least an hour. My neck, jaws and
tongue ached like crazy. Finally, I felt Roy's balls begin to
tighten on my tongue. When I saw his ass cheeks begin to clench, I
knew it was about to happen. Between breaths, Janice was moaning:
"Ooooooooooh honey - you're such a real man!! Feed me that real
cock!! Show that wimp I married how a real man pleases a woman! Fuck
me! Fuck meeeeeeeeee! Oh, Roy, you are the best!!" Roy let out an
anguished moan and started cumming in great spurts. His ass was
ramming wildly into my face, and for a second, I was afraid he might
break my nose. From the sound of it, Janice was cumming as well. As
usual, the only person in the room who wasn't enjoying an orgasm was
me.

Roy collapsed on top of Janice and lightly kissed her neck. After a
minute or two, he rolled over onto his back. "Get to work, cucky,"
he said casually, pulling my wife closer to him.

I immediately began to lick Roy's cock, making sure I did it in soft
strokes. Roy doesn't like me to lick too hard when I'm cleaning him
- he says he's too sensitive down there after he's had an orgasm. I
cleaned his huge shaft, making sure I got every drop of his and
Janice's cum. I have to admit that even when Roy is soft, he's way
bigger than me.

Roy tapped me on the head to signal that he wanted me to stop. No
sooner had I lifted my head, than Janice said, "What about me, my
darling husband? Don't I deserve to get cleaned up, too?"

I moved between Janice's legs and began my duties. Roy smiled down
on me as I licked up his fishy residue. "I bet all of this has
gotten you hard, huh cucky?" he said, as I worked my already
exhausted tongue in and out of Janice's pussy.

"Mmm," I mumbled. 

Janice soon tapped me on the head, and I was finished cleaning her.
My cheeks were covered with male and female sexual juices.

Roy looked and me and his face contorted in disgust. "Look at all
that cum on your face," he said. "You look like a fucking street
whore!"

"But a well-dressed whore," Janice added. "Not many common street
hookers get to wear such nice clothing as the ski suit you bought
for him!"

Roy laughed. "Yeah, it fits him, that's for sure." He pointed to my
crotch. "Would you like to cum, lard- ass?" he asked.

"Oh, yes sir - very much sir."

"Well then, take that faggoty ski suit off." 

I immediately started stripping, until I stood before my reclining
wife and her lover completely naked. My four-inch cock stood at
attention, dripping pre-cum.

"Look at that pathetic excuse for a cock." Janice said. "It's been
awhile since I've seen the sorry little thing. It looks like a
clit!"

Roy snapped his fingers. "Okay, cucky how bad do you want to cum?" I
knew there was going to be a catch - there always was with Roy.

"I want to cum very badly sir." Roy got off the bed and walked over
to the door. When he opened it, an icy blast of wind blew in.

"Okay, here's the deal," Roy said. "I want you to go outside, stand
in that snowbank, and jerk off for us." 

"B-b-but it's freezing out there - and I'm naked." I protested. Roy
looked at me sternly. 

"Fine with me, I already came," he said matter-of-factly. "But,
either you do as you're told, or else you can put on your pink ski
suit on and catch the next bus out of here." Meekly, I walked out
into the frigid night.

The snow was so cold on my feet, I had no choice but to hop from one
foot to another. My already-small cock grew even more miniscule in
the ice-cold air. Roy and Janice had both donned their big terry
cloth robes and slippers and were all snug and warm as they stood in
the doorway and watched. "Come on, jerk that little thing cucky."
Janice said. "I know you get off on us humiliating you like this."

She was right. I was excited as well as freezing and humiliated. I
jerked my little cock, feeling like I could cum any second. But I
had to wait for their permission.

"Okay, recite your little pledge to us while you beat your poor
pathetic excuse for a cock," Janice said. 

Every time I cum, I must repeat "The Pledge." It's humiliating
beyond belief - but I suppose that's the point.

I cleared my throat and began reciting:

"I pledge to serve Janice and Roy for as long as they want me. I
give my wife, my home, and myself over to Roy a superior male. For
Roy is a real man. I am not. I pledge to assist Roy in any way
possible and my sole existence shall be to serve Roy and Janice and
make them happy in any way possible. I am nothing but a pathetic
little wimp who can't please his wife and is only good to serve and
make them happy."

Just as I finished, I shot my load into the snowbank. Janice and Roy
roared with laughter.

Roy said, "Good job fat ass. "That looked like it was a workout.
And, say, speaking of workouts...why don't  you do 10 push-ups for
us?" Although it was formulated in the form of a question, I knew it
was not a request.

I got down on my hands and knees and assumed a push up position. I
looked up at Roy, who signaled me to began. I counted as I went:
"Unngh! One! Uhhhhh...Two! Ooooohhhhhhh...three!"

Janice watched me struggle and laughed. "Look, Roy, his gut touches
the ground before his cock does." Their laughter continued as I
struggled through all ten push-ups. Then, with Roy's permission, I
rushed back inside the warmth of the room.

"Okay, cucky, that's enough entertainment," Roy said. "It's time for
night-night; tomorrow is another day." He pulled the covers over
himself, snuggled up next to Janice, and went to sleep. I took my
usual place on the cold floor, sobbing and shivering.

*   *   *


The next morning, I was again sent across the street for coffee and
donuts, while Janice and Roy lounged around on the bed. And, again,
I had to "sing for my supper" - this time I literally had to sing.
There was much discussion among my wife and her lover as to which
song I should have to sing. They finally settled on, "I'm a Little
Teacup" - and I had go through all the humiliating motions while I
sang, as if I were in kindergarten or something.

For my efforts, I was rewarded with a donut.

"Come and get it, fat-ass," Roy said. He then started breaking the
donut into small pieces and throwing them around the room. I forgot
my humiliation and bustled through the room, picking up and eating
every crumb.

"Enjoy that donut, fat-ass," Janice said while I chewed the on the
last few crumbs. "That's the last chance you're going to have to eat
until you get home - unless, that is, Roy is nice and lets you have
some money!"

I nearly choked on the donut. "G-Go home? But, Mistress - I've been
good..."

Janice held up her hand, cutting me off. "I don't care, asshole!"
she screamed. "You've had plenty of time here - in fact, you ought
to feel damn lucky we let you stay this long!"

"Yeah," Roy chimed in. "And think of all the people on the bus
who'll be envious of your new pink snow suit!"

"B-b-but...you don't expect me - "

SLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAPPPPP!!! My head shot back from Roy's powerful
backhand.

"Don't you EVER talk back to me, you disgusting piece of shit!" he
snarled. "I was going to be nice and let you take the butt plug out!
But now, you fucked up!"

Janice clucked her tongue and shook her head. "See, Harold? Your
fucking mouth gets you in trouble every time!"

"Y-yes, Mistress. I'm sorry."

"Don't tell me you're sorry - tell Roy!"

I looked at Roy, who was regarding me with a mixture of contempt and
amusement. "I-I'm sorry, sir," I said as humbly as possible.

"No problem - it's no skin off my nose if you have to wear the butt
plug. I'll be nice and cozy up here, enjoying the pleasure of your
wife."

He reached in his pocket and handed me about $100. "That'll leave
you a little extra to get something to eat," he said. "And I want
you to keep the receipts - if you spend more than $10 on a meal,
I'll put a foot to your ass - you got that?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." I wanted to ask him if I could remove
the butt plug, but since he'd already made his decision on that
matter, I didn't want to push it.

Dejectedly, I donned the pink snow suit and said good-bye to my
wife. But she didn't hear me - by this time, she was concentrating
on Roy's dick in her mouth.

I walked to the door and opened it. Before I left I took one last
look. Roy was lounging on the bed, while Janice was kneeling between
his legs, worshipping his cock. Roy opened his eyes and saw me
standing there.

"Have a nice trip, cucky!" he sang. "See you in about a week!"

"Y-yes, sir."

Janice stopped sucking Roy's dick long enough to say, "close the
damn door and get out of here, asshole - you're letting in a draft!"

I shut the door and began my long, lonely journey home.
