Chapter 2
I admit, during this entire time of being man handled, I hadn't payed attention to anything going on outside the stall. My brain was lost in joy of Jared's cock absolutely ripping me apart, and the way he used me like the damn dirty pig that I am.
A voice echoed loudly, "Who the FUCK is in there? Chris, is that you? What the fuck do you think you're doing? Open this damn door or I'm gonna break it down." Still frozen with a cock fully submerged in my guts, Jared decided to act. Pulling out and standing up, he gave me a few seconds to put my shorts back on and gather myself, before opening the stall.
My husband, Antonio, was standing straight, face red as a fresh tomato, fists balled up, and looking like he was ready to swing. Feeling deep shame, my face fell and in one swift movement, I felt him grab me by the hair forcefully and drag me out of the restroom. I flinched in pain but thought better to not say a word. When he was angry, there was no way to console him, I just had to wait it out. He let go of me outside and shoved me forward, finally breaking silence,
"Go to the car and don't talk to me. We'll discuss this at home." For some reason I detected a sense of calm in his demeanor and immediately was confused. Was he already over it, I thought to myself. Couldn't be. He never calmed down this fast. My mind raced as I opened the car door and sat down, head still low...
The car ride was quiet, uneventful, so this might be a good time to tell whoever is reading this what I look like. I'm white with blue eyes, light brown hair, sorta hairy, especially my legs and a little patch on my chest. My ass is furry but I like to at the very least trim it and keep my hole smooth for easier access. I'm nearly 6 feet, muscular but not huge, 155 lbs. Oh and I have a beard. I used to be a twink until I started working out and developing muscle in all the right places. I was the most horny at the gym. All these sweaty men in front of me, huge muscles and masculine features. Truly, I was in heaven every time we would go.
While I was deep in my thoughts, I heard a voice becoming clearer, "Chris? Chris! Can you hear me? We're here, get the hell out and meet me in living room. I'll be there in a sec." I didn't want to make him any angrier, so I rushed inside and sat down on our couch. Curious, I thought...What does he need in the car? I thought he'd come in with me. Being the nosy guy that I am, I looked through the blinds and saw him talking on the phone, smirking. Why is he smiling? I thought. This wasn't normal. Why was he going from being livid to smirking on the phone and with god knows who. I was about to find out...
Back on the leather couch, and feeling confusion mixed with enticement, Antonio opened the front door and stared deep in my eyes, a twinkling in his own..."So? When were you gonna tell me you're Jared's little whore?" He cracked a smile while raising his brow. I exclaimed, "What?? I'm not his little whore, and that was our first time..." I hesitated to say more but figured it best to keep being honest, "We've talked dirty on Instagram but that was all it was until....tonight...Sir...I'm sorry. You hate me huh..." I felt genuinely upset. Never had I liked disappointing my husband, my man, my master. His feelings were important to me, but I just couldn't help being such a horny bastard.
He chuckled again, filling me with even more confusion, "I don't hate you Chris...in fact, if I'm being honest, hearing him order you around and treating you like the god damn slutty pig that you are got me hard as shit." Utterly surprised, I was about to speak when he confirmed what I was thinking, "YES, I heard everything. You were his little faggot for a few moments. I bet he stretched that loose cunt real good, huh boy?"
I was speechless, and at the same time feeling a buzzing sensation in my groin. Before I knew it, I was rock hard, and as I looked down I saw his cock filling up his shorts real nice...
"You like the attention huh Chris? You know what, since you're such a fucking slut, I'm deciding to whore you out to Jared and we're both gonna be your masters. In fact, that's who I was on the phone with just now. We are planning to make you the sluttiest bitch in the gym. And we're gonna make money off your stretched out cunt. You like being a pig? You don't have a choice now," he said, devilishly, eyes on fire with lust and power. My body didn't lie. I wanted it. I needed it. I was going to obey, whether I liked it or not. I finally got the strength to speak. "Yes Sir," was all I could get out. He smiled again, and I could tell he was satisfied. "Get in our room. Jared's coming over and this is gonna be the first night of you being OUR faggot. You got that, slave?"
I nodded eagerly and ran to our bedroom. This was going to be a wild ride. My hole tingled in lustful excitement. I heard the doorbell ring...Here we go, I thought.
To be continued