Submission to Homo-Humiliation

He said this last statement accompanied with a sharp jerk up of the lace and I had to bite my lip from calling out, instead I weakly said.

"Yes, y-yes, OK. I'll do what ever you want, whatever!"

The death grip on my balls slackened and released and he grinned at me through the fence.

"OK, pull those panties back in place and come round to my front door, you can put a coat on, but that is all and you better not zip it up, understand?"

And with that he left me and headed back into his house. I stood for a moment and winced as I gently moved my balls back into the panties after gingerly removing the lace noose. I entered my house and got a raincoat and as per his instructions did not zip it up but made sure I had a tight hold at the front before I left the house. It was a quiet couple of streets we lived on but what a scary trip it was, I passed a couple of folks out walking their dogs but in the dark gloom I am sure they noticed nothing amiss.

Having made it to his front door I knocked nervously and couldn't help but glance around anxiously to see if anyone was watching me. I couldn't see anybody and seconds later as the door opened I forgot about it -- Phil stood in his hall buck naked and sporting an impressive erection, pointing right at me. He seemed amused at me gawking at it but snapped me out of my daze by barking.

"Drop the coat and get on your knees and crawl after me."

I obeyed a little too readily for my own liking, hating myself for dropping pathetically on all fours like a pet and following his hairy arse as he moved into his home. He went through to his living room, the room that backed onto his back garden, the huge TV was still replaying the footage of what we had done at Allison's a fortnight earlier and I could barely bring myself to look up at the screen as it was at the point my mask had come off and I was clearly recognisable as myself as Phil knelt behind me and roughly ass fucked me. Again my cock jerked to attention as I watched my denouement and that wasn't missed by Phil.

"You love it don't you bitch? Don't bother denying it the evidence is right in front of you. You see my dick and you get hard. You watch yourself getting fucked like a whore and you get hard. You fantasise about sucking cock , you are just a pathetic fucking faggot aren't you!"

I was not gay. No chance, it was just a kinky fantasy I had, that was all. I was a pervert yes, but I was heterosexual, wasn't I?

"N-No, I'm not, I'm married, I just..."

I trailed off weakly knowing my argument carried no real conviction.

"Yea, yeah, stow it boy. In fact why don't I demonstrate how weak willed you are, get over here and kiss my ass."

With that Phil turned his back to me and pushed his backside out towards me.

I stared at him for a moment. Oh God, was I really going to do this? Had I sunk this low?

Apparently I had as I found myself crawling across his worn carpet and straining my head up to plant a kiss on Phil's ass. It was completely humiliating to me yet I found that doing it aroused me further. I rocked back and watched in horror as he bent forward and reached back to prise his ass cheeks apart.

"Good start, now you can lick my ass bitch. Go on, I bet you dream of giving rim jobs!"

I had (was I so easy to read) but like most of my fantasies did I really expect to live them out? No matter because I was about to find out. I stared hard at the dark expanse between the older man's ass cheeks and found myself rocking forward again, my tongue stuck out and moments later I was licking up and down his ass, tasting him, smelling him and inexplicably getting harder and harder as I did so.

"Go on bitch, stick that tongue out and get it right in there!"

So I did and tongue fucked his ass while he rubbed and grinded his ass on my face, all the while in full view of my own back garden.

"I wonder what that stuck up cunt you are married to would make of this, eh bitch"

I could only imagine my wife's reaction and hope I would never discover. Finally, he stepped forward leaving me tonging pathetically at fresh air and he turned to look down and mock me further.

"Look at you! What a fucking wimp you are! A fucking submissive faggot wimp. Aren't you?"

I could hardly argue could I? Instead I lowered my eyes to the floor and nodded weakly. He stepped towards me and slapped his glistening, slick hard dick on my face repeatedly. He rubbed his cock and balls all over my face, almost like he was marking his territory then plunged it into my open mouth and deep throated me as harshly as he had done that time at Allison's. Only this time I could turn my eyes up and watch as this older, arrogant bastard fucked my mouth as if he owned it. Plunging his stiff dick in and out of my gasping mouth relentlessly, his balls bouncing humiliatingly on my chin and all the while I couldn't help but drop my own hand to my own cock and balls and fondle them in excitement at my treatment. I thought he was going to cum but before he did he pulled out and grabbed me by my hair and dragged me out the back door and literally threw me onto his back lawn. It was dark now outside, the only light coming from his window and in the gloom I lay on the dew wet grass and allowed him literally rip Kirsty's panties off me and toss them into the dark then pull my thighs open from behind and ram his hard cock into my ass from behind, doggy style and anally fuck me however he liked -- and he liked hard and fast and rough, pushing my face and chest into the grass as he hammered into me from behind before quickly exploding inside me and filling my bowels with his gushing warm semen.

He got up and shook the last drops of his cum onto my lower back before going back inside, leaving my face down on the wet lawn feeling dirty, seedy and violated. Eventually I peeled myself off the grass and limped into his house, he sat in a chair wearing a dressing gown and drinking a whiskey. I was still sporting an erection and was desperate to see to it but didn't have the courage to say or do anything so I just stood there like a naughty schoolboy as Phil considered me.

"Go on, fuck off back home and I bet you'll be jerking yourself crazy thinking about what I just did to you, won't you?"

My silence told its own story.

"Yes, I bet you will. I'll be around at ten tomorrow morning, you had better answer your door wearing another pair of that slut of a wife of yours panties and a bra this time."

That was me dismissed, he picked up a magazine and started to read it as I limped through his home, picked up my jacket and exited and made my way around the crescent again and let myself back into my own home and of course he was correct, I hurried into my bedroom and dropped to my knees and started to masturbate furiously, all the time replaying the events of the night in my mind until I came in a flood into my hand with one of the biggest orgasms of my life. Only after I had cleaned up did I sit down and consider what on earth I was involved in and what the next day would bring, thoughts that were interrupted by a late night, drunken phone call from Kirsty that left me in little doubt my wife was enjoying her weekend away a little too much for my liking.

I didn't sleep much and was up too early, anxious and nervous as to what that Saturday would bring. I showered but didn't get dressed, what was the point? I had a semblance of breakfast before retiring in just my bathrobe to our bedroom where once again I pondered the choice of my wife's underwear once again. Fortunately I was a fit enough guy so it was relatively easy to pull her stuff over my body without stretching it too much. As I lifted up a pair of lacy black panties I had never seen her wear, I wondered what Phil's goal was with this, to humiliate me? To arouse me? To make me show the depths to which I would sink to obey him? Perhaps all three. Or perhaps he was showing me something. Far earlier than need be I stepped into those lacy black knickers and struggled into the matching black bra and sat on my bed waiting.

After what seemed like an eternity the doorbell sounded and the noise echoed through my silent home. I stood up and shrugged off my dressing gown and in only Kirsty's underwear I walked towards the front door, aware that if it was the postman or another neighbour or one of Kirsty's friends, in fact anyone but Phil Manley then I was going to look extremely foolish. At best.

It was him. Standing at me door grinning like a lunatic as he saw me and how I was dressed in my own home. He pushed past me and I closed the door before anyone could see me. I stood there lamely as he ranged through our home and investigated it closely, opening cupboards, doors, drawers whatever he wanted while I watched on unable to stop him. Phil moved throughout our house like he owned it, sticking his nose into anything and everything he wanted. In the living room he stared at a large portrait photograph of Kirsty for a long time before reaching up and taking it down. I didn't even have the wherewithal to ask him what he was doing with it.

When we were in the bedroom and he had finished looking through all our drawers and cupboards he came over to me, roughly pulled off my bra and panties, chucked them to the floor and putting his hands on my shoulders pressed me down until I was sitting on the side of our king sized bed. He positioned the picture of Kirsty directly across from me, leaning it on a blanket box, almost like she was watching me then grabbed the phone from the bedside cabinet and thrust it into my hand and snapped.

"Phone her! Phone the cunt right now and make sure the call lasts over five minutes, if it is less then you will regret it!"

I didn't want him to elaborate he had so many things hanging over me already that he could take his pick of how I could regret something so with a heavy heart I punched in Kirsty's mobile number and listened to it ring. He sat on the bed beside me and grinned then grabbed my balls just as my wife answered.

I spoke to her in a stilted, distracted fashion -- little wonder as Phil was gently squeezing and massaging my balls and my cock was rapidly stiffening while I conversed with her. I stammered and Phil lifted his wrist for me to see a stopwatch counting over past its first minute. Suitably encouraged I tried to concentrate of engaging Kirsty more which got even harder when Phil began stroking my hard dick, rolling my foreskin back and forth, revealing my swollen, bulbous, engorged purple head. I gasped and Kirsty asked if everything was all right, I stammered that I had banged my knee on the bed when I had walked past and she bought it and continued telling me about how some of the women she was with had acted with the male stripper the night before.

Phil then showed me his watch as it passed the two minute mark as he dropped to his knees before me and bobbed his head into my lap and began to roughly suck at my straining cock!

Oh my God! I wanted to call out in experienced pleasure.This was mind-blowing, he was so powerful and enthusiastic with his lips and tongue it was all I could do to speak normally to Kirsty as I felt my balls boil up like never before. His mouth took my balls in and sucked and gently bit on them and I nearly cried out before he settled his mouth back on my dick and bobbed back and forth with gusto before finally stopping dead. It felt like a limb had dropped off and I sighed in disappointment at the removal of his mouth. He held his watch up, the counter now past five minutes.

I finished my call to Kirsty with what must have seemed like undue haste and replaced the handset hoping that my neighbour would finish the job he had so expertly started -- I was gagging to cum right then, my body literally willing to override any rational thought to achieve a climax.

Phil just smirked at me and said.

"Wanna cum bitch?"

"Yes! Please, please make me cum! Please!"

God I must have sounded pathetic practically begging like that but I didn't care right then.

"Hmm, I thought so. Well bitch there is only one way I am going to let you cum and that is all over your own face and into your own fucking mouth! Go on, get off there and onto your back and I'll finish you off."

I wish I had the will power to stop what I did next but I didn't and I obeyed, I got down on my back beside the bed then allowed him to lift my legs up bending me over until my still ramrod stiff cock was pointing downwards at my own face.

"Open up and I'll give you the best you've ever had."

I opened my mouth like a begging pet and he resumed pumping at my slippery cock only this time he pushed the middle finger of his free hand right into my asshole and that set me off almost immediately.

I came in an uncontrollable, inexorable flood of cum. Spaying downwards to splash on my nose and cheeks and into my open mouth, and it just kept cumming as he milked me for all I was worth. Spurt after spurt of thick, creamy fluid sprayed out again and again. In my eyes, in my hair, on my chin I took the whole massive load on my face and in my mouth, the taste dull and sour and all the worse for Phil doing this to me so easily. Finally, he finished milking me and seemed to relish popping his finger from my asshole. He then used it to scoop up some of the cum on my face and steer it into my mouth, pushing his finger into my mouth as well, telling me to "clean it bitch."

I did as I was told and repeated the action when he scooped more of my semen off my face and into my mouth before he pulled me up to a standing position before turning me around and pushed me down, face first on the bed.

"You've had your fun bitch, only fair I get mine now, isn't it."

With that he threw the picture of Kirsty down on the bed right in front of me and dropped his trousers and stepped in behind me, prising my ass cheeks apart and I felt his rigid cock pressing against me as he hissed in my right ear

"And I've taken one of those neat little blue pills of mine, means I can keep going a long, long time, if you know what I mean!"

I did know what he meant and over the next forty minutes I found out just how true his words were. His cock was hard like a bar of steel and once he was inside me he butt fucked me hard the whole of that time across my own marital bed with the face of my wife looking up at me for the duration. He was not gentle with me and cursed and sneered and insulted me the whole time, making me feel even lower than I did. If there was any doubt before that I was Phil's personal bitch it was completely removed as I lay there and he fucked me like he owned me. I moaned and made a half-hearted effort to resist but It was hopeless and before long I just lay there and took it up the ass, unprotected like a cheap hooker. And what was worse? I was enjoying being treated like that, yes it was humiliating, yes it was debasing but I could feel my small dick stiffening again beneath me despite cumming just minutes before. I hated myself more than I thought possible.

He stayed in me for longer than I thought possible, even after forty minutes he was still rigid and it was him that pulled out of my gaping, aching ass and pulled me around by the hair and fed his thick member into my mouth and finished himself in there, firing load after load of hot, salty, sticky cum into my mouth and over my face. He finished by spraying the last of his sperm all over the glass front of the picture of Kirsty. He then grabbed me by the hair and demanded I lick his cum off her picture. As demeaning as it was I lapped it up, determined to please him.

*

Afterwards we showered together in Kirsty and I's en-suite. It was a tight squeeze and he revelled in my discomfort, grabbing and groping me throughout and making me rub our soap all over his body, finishing by cleaning his ass with it before telling me to start on myself at the face!

And then once we were properly showered he turned off the water and we stood there in uncomfortably close proximity and began to massage my balls until I started to get hard. His cock too was stiffening until we were both hard and it was impossible for our erections not to rub against the other. He smiled at me and pointed down as he laid his larger cock over the top of my own.

"Do you satisfy her with that tiny thing? I can't see how, it's pathetic, isn't it?"

It was difficult to argue with his assessment as his was clearly much bigger than mine, if I thought I couldn't feel any more weak and pathetic when he was buggering me earlier than this was proving how wrong I could be.

"My god it's tiny, what is it three inches? You'd be better with a pussy down there!"

With that statement he grabbed my cock and pulled forward my foreskin and rolled it to make a hole and without letting me know what he intended he guided his own erection into the folds of my foreskin. He then wrapped his hand round the join of our two dicks and began to fuck me like that. He was right up in my face, I had nowhere to go, my back was already up against the shower wall. His face was inches from mine as he did this to me and I stared at him as I felt him jerk inside me and flood my own foreskin and cock with another load of cum, coating my penis with his juices. It was deliberately invasive and humiliating and I did nothing other than stand there and allow him. He pulled his cock out and said.

"Leave than cum in there bitch, it'll be the first time there's been real cum in there anyway."

I have never left a shower feeling dirty like I did that Saturday afternoon.

*

He made me stand naked as he dressed and then told me to put on a pair of shorts before leading me out into our back garden. He led me to the far corner of the garden and in behind my garden shed There was just enough space for a man to fit between the shed wall and the wooden fence that formed the boundary between Phil and our garden. It was a part of our garden I had barely been to, just briefly to paint a couple of years ago. Phil brusquely shoved me to my knees in that small gap and I found myself level with a freshly bored hole in the fence, it had originally contained a knot but that had been pushed out and the hole widened.

"At Midnight tonight I want you kneeling there just like that but wearing nothing at all, I'm sure you can guess what will be 'cumming' through that gap, it's now your own personal glory hole, understand?"

I swallowed and nodded aware of the slight erection I was already developing at the thought.

"Good. Now don't let me down understand"

And with me still nodding he walked away, leaving me still kneeling there contemplating that hole and what my Saturday evening was going to consist of.

*

For the rest of the day I did very little, had my tea, spoke to Kirsty on the phone heard how she was getting on and lied that I had seen no-one that day and done nothing of interest. I watched Saturday night TV and had a drink and effectively just killed time until it was time to 'perform'.

It was a particularly dark night, with a touch of mist around (not unusual as our village sat under the lee of a large hill). I stepped out of our back door at five to midnight, there were no lights visible at Phil's and I decided not to put ours on either, figuring the darker the better. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust then I stepped out of my shorts, hanging them on garden furniture and padded across the lawn towards the back of the garden. I was carrying my wife's padded kneeler for weeding and carefully placed it below the hole on the fence and lowered myself onto it, lining up perfectly with the hole and then I knelt there, naked, in the dark, waiting.

I did not have to wait too long. Just as I felt the cool night air spread over my body to give goose flesh I heard footsteps and saw a bright torch beam in Phil's back garden. It was so dark and the torch light so bright that I could make nothing out until I saw feet just on the other side of the fence. And then I heard the unmistakable sound of a zip being lowered.