Mr. Hardman's Slaves

...in that happy land called Pornutopia, events like those described below are dirt normal, happening thousands of times a day all over the country, though elsewhere they remain only fantasies of the most extreme sort, which is probably just as well....


Mr. Hardman's Slaves


Chapter One

Now that Mr. Hardman has made Marge and me his slaves, we can't believe we used to think we had a happy marriage! The truth is that subservience to a virile he-man like Mr. Hardman is the only sound foundation for marriage between people like Marge and me. Artsy broads like Marge badly need to be fuck-holes for virile he-men, and pudgy, poorly hung wimps like me badly need to be bullied and humiliated by virile he-men. It's the natural order!

Marge now knows what a real orgasm is! She's in heaven on her back with her heels up high as Mr. Hardman helps himself to hot married pussy. The rhythmic pounding of his massive, rock-hard virile member gets her shrieking and sobbing with joy in no time. She'll do anything for more! Being Mr. Hardman's married fuck-meat makes her happier than she's ever been before!

Now my being a wimp is out in the open for all to see! Just seeing Mr. Hardman fills me with an eagerness to please him so he won't hurt me.  It feels so natural to cower before him, ashamed of my puny penis and tiny testicles, in awe of his extraordinary virility. Nothing has ever felt so right as my shameful subservience to this virile he-man who's made dear Marge and me into pieces of fuck-meat for his pleasure!

Mr. Hardman just loves putting it hard to Marge! She's got a gorgeous rack and peachy rump that get him really hot. He's on her all the time, mauling those beautiful big bazooms, smacking that bodacious bottom, pawing that sopping puddle of married pussy between her legs. Mr. Hardman can shove his big hard cock in any hole he wants, and between those bodacious boobies too, and he does, any time he gets the urge to empty his huge hairy balls in a piece of slavish fuck-meat!

Mr. Hardman wanted Marge and me for his married slaves the instant he saw us, and he knew right away he'd have no trouble making us into eager fuck-holes devoted to serving his massive manhood. When Mr. Hardman showed up in our living room, all he had to do to get what he wanted was take out his big hard cock! Just the sight of his hugely tumescent virile member made Marge and me sink to our knees open-mouthed. Mr. Hardman laughed at us, and ordered us to strip naked and crawl over to him and begin our new lives as his married slaves. My obedience shocked Marge as much as her obedience shocked me. We could not believe what was happening!

Each of us was slobbering over a huge hard cock, and seeing just inches away the life-mate of decades doing the same thing! Mr. Hardman enjoyed our joint ministration to his massive masculine scepter a long time. Then he grabbed Marge by the scruff of the neck and moved her up onto the couch beside him. She was so hot the pussy juice was running down her meaty thighs. Mr. Hardman laughed and said the only way she was going to get a pussy full of HIS big dick was for me to beg him to fuck her!

Kneeling before this masterful, virile he-man with his his hugely erect member, begging him to fuck dear Marge with his big hard dick, my puny little penis was stiffer than it had ever been before! Mr. Hardman told me it'd take more than just words to get HIS big dick into Marge, and ordered me to start sucking his massively tumescent organ, and keep begging. My pleas for Mr. Hardman to shove his big hard cock in Marge were only intermittently intelligible as he fetishd me with contemptuous thrusts of his rock hard masculine member, making me gag and fetish helplessly. Marge on the couch was wriggling against Mr. Hardman's muscular body, whimpering with lust and laughing at the spectacle of my shameful subservience to this virile he-man she wanted more than anything to give up her married pussy to!

Mr. Hardman announced he still wasn't convinced it was my sincere desire for him to shove his big dick in my wife's hot married pussy, and he stood up, ordering me to bend down, putting my face to the floor and raising up my pudgy rump. Mr. Hardman doured his belt and began to beat me on the bottom! It hurt so much! My redoured pleas for him to shove his huge hard  cock in Marge anytime and anyplace he wanted were shrieks of pain! Marge was on her knees before Mr. Hardman as he beat me, slobbering over his massive masculine scepter, begging to be his married fuck-hole!

Finally Mr. Hardman growled, "That's enough from both of you fucking slaves!" He locked collars and chain leashes round both our necks, and cuffed my wrists to my knees, securing me in an awkward and uncomfortable posture. Mr. Hardman quickly trussed up Marge in heavy ropes so she lay on her back on the couch, whimpering eagerly, absolutely helpless before him with her wrists fastened to her waist, her legs drawn up and gaping open, and ropes circling her bountiful big boobies, making them taut, swollen globes.

Mr. Hardman leaned over Marge and shoved his big dick right to the hilt in her married pussy with a single powerful thrust. Marge gasped at the terrific invasion of his massive manhood into her sopping hole, and squealed and groaned at each repetion of that mighty thrust over what must have been the next half hour at least, as Mr. Hardman fucked her the way a woman needs to be fucked, making her sob and shriek through orgasm after orgasm before at last HE reared up and emptied his huge bairy balls into her pussy with a loud growl of completion!

Marge was mewling and wriggling in her bonds as Mr. Hardman stood up. "Damn, you are one fuck of a slut, babe," he said, reaching down, tweaking one of her clotted nipples, chuckling as she squealed. Then Mr. Hardman grabbed my leash, tugging me to crawl over between her legs. Marge's pussy was distended, gaping open, and its gape was thickly clotted with semen. "See what a MAN does, wimp?" Mr Hardman growled. He grabbed me by the nape of the neck and shoved my face into Marge's dripping crotch, at the same time  loosing a flurry of blows from his doured belt on my up-raised bottom. My shrieks of pain into Marge's cum-filled pussy set her to writhing in her bonds and shrieking in yet another orgasm.

"That's the first time you ever really got yer wife off, isn't it, wimp?" Mr. Hardman growled. He was behind me, the head of his still rigid, rock-hard member pressing against my welted red bottom. He shoved his massive manhood, still slick with pussy-juice and cum, into my anus, pressing it deep, deeper, deeper still, making me squeal in pain and shame, with my face still pressed into Marge's sopping pussy, full of HIS semen. And as thrust after thrust after thrust of Mr. Hardman's big hard cock filled my bottom, an incredible, shameful sense of pleasure began to mount within me, till, as Mr. Hardman climaxed deep in my bottom with a mighty growl, my little penis squirted in the best, most complete and satisfying orgasm of my whole life!

Mr. Hardman tugged hard on my leash, pulling my face away from Marge's thoroughly fucked pussy, and pressing it to his still tumescent organ, ordering me to lick it clean, so it would be nice and fresh for his next piece of pussy. In the after-glow of that tremendous orgasm, slobbering at the foul musk of my bottom on Mr. Hardman's big dick and huge balls seemed the most natural thing in the world to do, a way to show my gratitude, and my devotion, to his wonderful virile member. "Yeah," Mr. Hardman sneered, looking down at Marge still trussed and wriggling on the couch, "This hubby of your's cums from getting fucked up the ass. You didn't marry a man, babe, you married a fucking wimp!"

When he was satisfied his big dick and balls were clean as a whistle, Mr. Hardman gave a downward tug on my leash, directing me to get down to the floor and start licking his shoes. He untied Marge's legs, and  holding her leash along with mine, ordered her down to her knees on the floor to lick his shoes as well. Kneeling side by side before Mr. Hardman, licking his shiny black shoes, naked, bound, leashed, and fucked by HIS big dick, made Marge and me feel so close, more together and in love than we had ever felt in all our years of marriage, joined in our common devotion to the virile he-man who was now our MASTER!

"All right, slaves," Mr. Hardman snapped. "On yer feet. Time to get going." To my surprise, with my wrists locked to my knees, it was possible for me to get my feet under me, and stand, bent over in a way that thrust my bottom out in a most beckonning and humilating way. Marge could stand erect, displaying the gorgeous globes of her big, tightly bound boobies. Mr. Hardman locked gaping ring-gags into our mouths, and stepped back to look at his handiwork a moment, a hard grin coming to his big-jawed face. Then he turned his back to us, tugging on our leashes so we had to follow as he led us out the door.

So many people saw as Mr. Hardman led us, leashed, bound, stark naked, down the block to his house on the corner! People laughed and pointed, congratulating him on his new property, praising Marge's big bazooms and laughing at my puny penis and tiny testicles, declaring it was no surprise at all to see Marge and me being led bound and naked down the side-walk, that it had been only a matter of time before a virile he-man made "that highbrow pair" his fuck-meat for good. Mr. Hardman acknowledged the greetings and comments with waves of his hand, and gruff monosyllables of agreement.

Mr. Hardman led Marge and me down the basement steps in back of his house, into a dim, dank cellar. There were two small cages there, and he herded us into them, bottoms first, so that we faced each other through the bars of the locked doors. There was not room in the cages to turn around or to rise, though it was barely possible to lie on our sides in a tightly curled posture. Mr. Hardman stared down at us, that stone-hard grin on his big-jawed face, then he turned and strode away, up the stairs. Our lives as this virile he-man's helpless fuck-meat were just beginning....

great story. is there more?
J

There will be, Sir.

Glad you liked it so far!

Oh god I love it, my little dicklette is as hard as a rock, my ass pussy is dripping wet with excitement. i love the way your master treats the two of you. i hope that he will be even more severe, beat you and make you cry like the whimp pussy faggot you are. i hope that he will not stop at simply making you suck and clean off his beautiful cock but make you deep tongue his hairy he-man asshole, cleaning his dirty virile cuckolds browniehole. i hope he will make you take his piss in front of other people, humiliating you to the extreme. please continue i have already cum four times!

did you get my pm weenie? telling you just how hard your stories make my little clitty! please please continue

how i wished that was me Mr. Hardman.

Love this story it would be great to hear more

Couldn't agree more with all the comments to yr story. Please, do carry on!

Thanks for bringing this back up, guys!

Glad you enjoyed it.

I have gotten into doing lighter stuff since this, but it might be fun to take another dip into the dark....

Anyway, here is something a little more recent you might enjoy:


Mrs. M___'s And Hubby's Big Night Out


It's Saturday night, and Mrs. M___ and hubby are having a big night out!

Mrs. M___ is wearing some black mules, and a lot of rope that trusses her arms tight to her sides and squeezes her honking great bazongas into bulging globes.

Hubby's got on some pink flip-flops and manacles that lock the wimp's wrists to its knees, holding it in an awkward, bent over posture that accentuates hubby's pudgy, jiggling bottom.

Both have big rings locked in their mouths, making it clear just what those gaping holes are really for!

Chuck's leading 'em down the sidewalk on leashes. He has such a great time emptying his big balls in Mrs. M___ and hubby, he's decided to let his pals down at Dick's Bar in on the fun!

What a storm of hoots and jeers breaks out when Chuck leads that prize pair in the door at Dick's! That broad's got some honking great bazongas on her, every man agrees, and stark naked trussed up on leash, droolin' fer dick in every hole, too! That fuckin' wimp's got the most ridiculously teeny weenie anybody ever saw, and so pudgy and plump and hairless, nobody'd ever mistake THAT fer a man!

Chuck introduces 'em to the room, let's everybody know Mrs. M___ will do ANYTHING for a man wants to paw some honking great bazongas, smack a peachy rump, shove his big dick in a hot wet hole and empty his big balls, that the wimp begs men to fuck its wife, does ANYTHING a man sez to, and squirts its little weenie when a man shoves a big dick up that pudgy plump bottom!

Guys come crowding around thick, pawing Mrs. M___ from all directions, mauling those big bound boobies and smacking that peachy rump, smacking hubby's bottom with belts, making the wimp squeal and blubber. In no time both of 'em are on their knees, gagging on big hard dicks, obligation and drooling as men fuck their helpless faces like they were pussies!

Things sort out pretty soon. Mrs. M___ finds herself trussed up on her back atop a bar-stool, legs drawn up and spread wide, with guys helping themselves to hot married pussy and nice tight ass and sloppy wet blow-jobs and honking great bazongas, Hubby is installed in the men's room, fastened kneeling over a big dildo, a helpless urinal for the crowd of men, and a full service urinal, too, 'cause lots of the guys want the cum and pussy and ass slop licked off their big hairy balls and big dicks, and some of them want to make a wimp fetish and gag on a big hard dick and a thick load of cum.

It just goes on and on! Dick after dick, big and hard, load after load of cum!

Towards closing, the guys drag hubby out of the men's room, make the wimp clean up the mess. Mrs. M___ is drooling cum out of every hole, her big bound boobies are covered in it, there's puddles of cum on bar-stools, on the floor, on men's shoes.

Laughing, jeering men, who've had such a great time emptying their balls with the wimp's wife, rain blows from their belts on hubby's pudgy rump, so the wimp is howling and blubbering while it slobbers up all the cum from their shoes, from the floor, from the stools, from Mrs. M___'s pussy and anus, from her cheeks, from her honking great bazongas that hubby only ever gets to touch when there's men's cum to clean from them!

A guy shoves his big dick up hubby's bottom while the blubbering wimp's licking cum off the floor, and damn if it doesn't actually make hubby's puny little penis squirt a few pathetic drops of cum, all its tiny little testicles can manage!

Amid a new storm of jeering derision, Mrs. M___ and hubby are bent over bar-stools side by side, thrashed soundly with belts, and fucked a few more times while they blubber and sob.

When closing comes, and the happy crowd breaks up, all the guys agree they had a great time tonight!

That prize pair's gonna be fixtures down at Dick's weekends from now on!

What a pair of honking great bazonga's there is on that broad!

And what a great attitude!

ANYTHING to please a man wants to shove his big hard dick in a hot wet hole and empty his big hairy balls!

Anything at all....

Couldn't stop playing with my little worthless penis, whisking you would take control of me and my wife like that.