Roger & The Lodger! by Throne (21 Pages) (Patreon)

Roger & The Lodger!

by Throne

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***DEVIN DICKIE NOTE***

All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real.  The acts in the following written work are only consensual  sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.

Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you know is being bullied, please alert the authorities.

Roger &

The Lodger!

by Throne

"You can't rent the spare room to some stranger," Roger protested.

"I most certainly can," his wife Marta snapped back at him.  "And it won't be a total stranger.  I've had several long chats with them.  Your pitiful salary doesn't cover my needs, so there has to be another source of income."

"But... but..."

She put her hands on her wide hips and glared at him.  His momentary assertiveness vanished.  Marta was a good bit taller than her spouse and certainly had the weight advantage.  Her figure was voluptuously full, with a heavy bust and ginormous ass.  It didn't help him that all she had on was a short slip that allowed her nipples to show through.  He was mesmerized by his wife's stunning figure.  Her softely rounded face was framed by waves of blond hair that fell to her smooth shoulders.

"Well," he finally said.  "I'll still have to have approval before we can accept anyone."  At least he could salvage some of his male pride by insisting on that.

"Too late," she told him with smug superiority.  "I've already found someone.  In fact, they should be here any moment."

"You need to... to..."  He stumbled over his words.  "... to cover up more before they arrive."  He was already dressed, in a short-sleeved shirt and slacks.

"Don't be such a prude," Roger.  "They sounded very easygoing on the phone."

"I'm only saying..."  A hard look from her silenced him.

"Now go make coffee," she ordered.  "Or aren't I allowed to offer our prospective renter something to drink?"

"Okay," he said in sullen defeat.

Five minutes later there was a solid knock on the door of their modest home.  Marta sent her husband to answer it.  He opened the door and took an involuntary step back.  Facing him was a tall man whose tank top and tight jeans showed off his muscular physique.  He was ruggedly handsome, with short hair and a clean shave, except for a patch of beard under his lower lip.  And he was Black.

"Hey, little man," the potential tenant said.  "Where's that lady I talked to?  The one with the sweet bedroom voice?"

"That's my wife you're talking about," Roger said, sounding less forceful than he intended.

From behind Roger came Marta's cheerful greeting.  "You must be Leon.  Welcome to my home."

The big man said, "Your nephew here doesn't seem too glad to see me."

She snickered.  "Actually, that's my husband, though I can see how you might mistake him for someone... less adult.  Please come in."

Leon brushed past Roger, bumping into him either accidently or on purpose.  He stopped and eyed Marta in her revealling half-slip.  She smiled encouragingly.  They went to the living room and sat on the sofa, too close together for Roger's comfort.  She told her husband to bring two coffees.

"And the bottle of brandy," she added.  "In case our new lodger would like something extra."

With a hungry look in her direction, Leon said, "Yeah.  I could go for that."

After Roger brought the coffee on a silver tray and Marta added a generous dollop of brandy to each of the two mugs, she passed one to Leon.  He accepted it and gave her a toothy grin.  She held up her mug and he raised his, so they could tap them together in a toast.  Each took a swallow.

"I'm so glad you'll be moving in," she said in a sultry voice.  "I'm sure you'll liven up this place."

Roger, who had been standing meekly on the other side of the room, lost his temper.  "Now hold on," he raged.  "This is my house, too.  I have some say in this matter."  His bland face was made over by anger, though the effect was more comical than forbidding.  "You're just being a bitch, Marta."

In one fluid movement, Leon was on his feet.  He strode across the room and backed Roger against the wall.  His forearm went across the smaller man's neck and pinned him there with enough pressure to impede Roger's breathing.

Leon sounded calm but implacable as he said, "That's no way to treat that beautiful woman.  Now you apologize, before I have to take you apart and put you back together, wrong-ways-around."

Roger croaked, "But she's not being fair."

The Black man stepped back, grabbed Roger's shirtfront, and yanked him forward.  When she shoved him back, the hapless husband lost his balance and landed hard on his butt.  Leon put a large foot on Roger's crotch and pushed downward.

"You better say you're sorry right now, boy.  No woman gets treated like that where I live."

"But you don't live here yet."

"Yes he does," Marta corrected.  "And if he steps on your junk with a lot of force, it won't be any big loss to me, considering how little you have down there."  She took another drink of the laced coffee and smiled over the rim of the cup at Leon.

The powerful man told Roger, "We better keep this honest and have a look at what's in your pants, fool."

He grabbed both of the husband's slender arms and hauled him roughly to his feet.  Then he slammed him back against the wall.

"Go on, dear," Marta told her spouse.  "Drop your pants and shorts.  Show Leon what I've had to put up with from you, instead of a real man's cock."

Trembling all over, too terrified to refuse, Roger undid his pants and pushed them, along with his boxers, down to his knees.  He stood there, quivering.

Marta said, "That joke between his legs is less like a prick and more like a pickle, one of those tiny ones that you eat in a single bite."

Leon ordered him, "Stay right where you are.  Put your hands on top of your head."  Roger's pants slid the rest of the way to his ankles.  Then Leon went and sat next to Marta again.  He told her, "He's even more of a wimp than you said."

She put her hand on Leon's knee.  "And you're even more of a man than I hoped for."  There was a long bulge in his pantleg, obviously his cock.  Her hand moved to the fat knob of it and gave a squeeze.  She leaned toward him and they kissed passionately, while Roger stood there with his laughably small penis on display, and gawked at the scene.

*********

After second cups of coffee, even more heavily dosed than the first ones, the pair on the sofa had become extremely amourous.  They decided to move to a bed.

"You know,"  Marta offered, "it makes more sense to move you into the main bedroom with me, Leon, and stick Roger and his miniature pecker into the guest room that was going to be yours.  After all, it's not like he's going to be allowed to have sex with me anymore."

Still in shock, Roger started to mumble something.  Leon went and grabbed a handful of his full head of brown hair.  He stepped on his fallen pants and told him to step out of them.  ThenH he marched him over to Marta.

Leon said to Roger, "Tell your hot wife that it's okay if she doesn't let you get busy with her from now on."  He gave Roger's head a violent shake.  "Say it."

"OW!  It's all right if you do that, Marta.  I mean, if it's what you really want.  But remember that we're man and wife and..."

After having his hair yanked a few more times, Roger was too rattled to keep speaking.

Marta told him, "You're damned right it's what I want.  And as far as you being my husband, let's just say that you'll still be that on paper, but around her you'll be more like a... housepet."  She chuckled.  "A puppy with a puppy prick."

The three of them went to the bigger bedroom, with Leon pulling Roger along by the hair of his head.  The Black Hercules carelessly flung his prey into the corner and told him to finish stripping.  Marta eagerly removed her panties.  She undressed Leon, a process that was halted several times as they kissed and fondled each other.  Roger got completely naked.  His wife noticed that his penis had gotten hard.

"Look at that," she crowed.  "The pathetic patsy is aroused.  He likes seeing his wife taken away from him by a true man.  Guess I married a pervert."

"If that's what he's into," Leon declared, "he'll get plenty of it from now on."  He barked at Roger, "Kneel next to the bed.  Nice and close so you'll see every detail of what's happening.  So near that you'll be able to smell our sweat."

Roger silently obeyed.  The overheated couple got onto the bed.  Leon wasted no time getting on top of the very willng Marta.  As he slid his monster cock into her already wet pussy, she moaned loudly.  Roger had never heard her make such a sound.  There were many more unfamiliar vocalizations as the new resident vigorously pumped her, triggering mutliple orgasms.  She cried out each time she climaxed.  Her eyes went wide and she panted through an open mouth.  Not until she was thoroughly satisifed did Leon allow himself to finish, which he did loudly and with gritted teeth.  Afterwards, the couple lay side by side, with her snuggled against him.

"Now," Leon announced, "we need to do something else to make sure old kinky Roger doesn't forget his place around here.  And give him some more twisted kicks at the same time.  Get up here, chump.  You're going to eat your wife's messy pussy."

"What?"  Roger held up his hands, palms forward, as if he could prevent what was to come.  "I can't do that.  I've never used my mouth down there.  It's disgusting.  And now she's all... all..."  He couldn't bring himself to say it.

Leon finished the sentence for him.  "... full of my cream.  That's right, sucker.  And you're going to clean up everything I left in there.  Besides which, her snatch can use some pampering after how hard I pumped it."  He asked Marta, "Ain't that right, girl?"

"You're going to make him eat your cum out of my pussy?"  She took a shuddery breath.  "That's perfect for the twerp.  And it's getting me hot all over again, just thinking about it."

"If you like his tongue down there after I slam you, we can make it a regular thing."  He snarled at Roger, "Get on the foot of the bed and start that mouth working, if you don't want your baby balls punched."

Wearing a sickened expression, Roger nevertheless got into position.  Leon put a big hand on the back of his head and pushed his face against Marta's mound.  Roger made a retching sound but began to lick.  His wife purred happily.  Leon stretched out alongside her and they locked lips.  After several long minutes of lapping, Roger brought his head up.  There was spew on his lips and a chin.  He had to struggle to keep from breaking down and weeping.  But his miniature dick was still stiff.

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Roger went to work the next morning in a daze.  Leon was going to spend the entire day with Marta.  When the husband returned home, he found that they had been out all afternoon, visiting various stores.  One of them had been a sex shop, in the city.  Among their purchases was a chastity device, an extremely small one.  Roger couldn't believe that they intended to put it on him.  But after having his face slapped twice by Leon, he surrendered to the inevitable.  They made him strip and lie on the bed in the spare room that was now his living space.  His wife used an ice pack to shrink his dick to even smaller dimensions than normal.  She fitted a ring over his genitals, then placed the restrainer over his penis.  Leering into his face, she turned the key in the barrel lock, literally and figuratively sealing his fate for the foreseeable future.

"Now get on your feet," she commanded.  "I want to test your new fashion accessory."

He stood there, a nevous wreck.  Leon was behind Marta, with his hand on her wide protruding bottom.  She fingered Roger's nipples.  He groaned and his hips twitched reflexively, but his poor pecker couldn't expand at all.  She got into bed with Leon and they went right into foreplay.

She told her husband, who was standing there watching, to wet his fingertips in his mouth.  "Now use them to play with your nippies.  Keep yourself as excited as you can, as if just seeing me get plowed by Leon's killer cock wasn't enough for a freak like you.  And don't stop the entire time which, knowing Leon, should be about an hour."  She laughed and fastened her mouth over her Black lover's full lips.

*********

Marta's liberated imagination knew no bounds.  She found Roger's situation even more exciting, in her own way, than he did.  The difference was that she thrilled to it, while he suffered endless shame.  The cuckold didn't want to be turned on by any of what was happening.  She consulted with Leon while her husband was at work and they agreed to take Roger to an even deeper level of emasculation.

"We got a new job for you," Leon declared, after Roger had been made to undress and report to the bedroom.  "You're going to be my fluffer."

"I don't know what that is," Roger said, plainly concerned.

"It's easy.  You just use your sissy mouth on my cock to get me ready to screw your wife."

"But I'm not a sissy."

"You will be," Marta pointed out, "once you've gone down on Leon.  In fact, to make your first time special, we're going to let you finish him."

"Yeah," Leon added.  "I'm gonna bust my nut in your mouth.  After you swallow that load, you'll be a sissy from this day forth, so long as you shall live.  I'm thinking that you were probably a secret one all along.  I noticed how you stare at my enormous Johnson."

"I married a fag," Marta stated.  "One with a dinky dick."

The lustful couple sat on the edge of the bed.  They made Roger kneel submissively before Leon.  He had to kiss the big man's tool until it was rock hard, which didn't take long.  Marta and Leon pressed their open mouths together.  He pawed her supersize boobs.  Then both of them watched as the husband fitted his lips around the thick head of Leon's weapon.  He managed to take in another inch but that was his limit.

Leon assured him, "You'll get better with practice.  Soon you'll be doing deep throat, with my balls on your chin."

"But right now," Marta contributed, "I'll help out by stroking Leon's long shaft.  I'll do it nice and slow, Roger, so you can enjoy having him in your mouth for a long while before he erupts.  There's going to be a flood of white sauce, so be ready for it, sissy."

"You know," Leon said as the sucking started in earnest, along with the slow motion pumping, "we ought to make the queer boy look like he acts.  Dress him up pretty to match how he feels inside."

Marta enthused, "That would be great.  I'll get right to work on it tomorrow.  But for now, let's feed him a load of your thick protein shake."

The multiple stimulations to Leon's giant rod continued for much longer than Roger could believe.  That Black man had such self-control.  But it still had to reach its intended conclusion.  Leon began to growl, his breath hissed out through clamped teeth, and then his balls fired thier contents into Roger's mouth.  There was so much that, as fast as the cuckold gagged it down, some still leaked out.  The reality of the moment blasted his mind.  He had just sucked off a big Black cock.  All that soul sauce was going into his stomach.  He was now branded for life as a faggy fellator.

*********

The next day, Marta went out and shopped, to start building her husband's new sissy wardrobe.  She visited him at the office during lunchtime, to deliver a pair of lace-trimmed, satiny, pink panties.  He had to go into the men's room, enter one of the stalls, and don them, putting his boxers into the bag the panties had occupied.  Back in his cubicle, where no one could see them at the moment, Marta rubbed his balls and toyed with his nipples, all through his clothes, while he got more and more arosed.  HIs penis's efforts to grow were frustrated by the chastity.  His nuts ached.  As his wife left, the other male workers looked on enviously.  What was a wimp like Roger doing with a sexpot like her?  The answer, if they had known it, would have amazed them.

Back at home, he had to get fully undressed, except for the unwanted panties.  Then came a pink corset, which Leon tightened until Roger's midsection was crushed.  There were large cups on the corset, which Marta filled with breastforms she had purchased.  Then came stockings.  When Roger sat to roll them up his legs, the corset tortured him.  Finally, his wife applied cosmetics that erased what was left of his male appearance, and then fitted a pink pageboy wig onto his head.  When he saw himself in the full-length mirror, he nearly swooned from the loss of identity and the tightness of his corset.

But Roger's ordeal was far from over.   When Leon saw him with his new appearance, he came to a complete stop.

"Holy crap," the Black man exclaimed.  "That's a fine piece of sissy right there."  He went to Roger and put his bear-paw hands on the cuckold's narrow shoulders.  "I'm saying, you could be cellblock booty bait."  He appreciatively handled Roger's barely covered rear end, even jabbing a finger between his cheeks.  "I don't see how I can say no to this sweet pansy pump-cushion."

"Wow," Marta said breathlessly.  "You mean you might take him the rest of the way to full sissy status?  Like by slipping him the salami?"

"I'm thinking exactly that.  This kinky queer-bait needs some dark meat in their diet."

"I can see a way for that to work for all three of us.  I still haven't cleaned up after that superior screwing you gave me before I went out this morning.  Your spunk has been inside me, marinating my honeypot all day.  So how about a special threesome?"

Roger wanted to scramble away and hide, not that it could ever be an option for him.  Instead, he had to go directly to his own new bedroom.  Marta had added a few special touches, including pink curtains and bedspread, as well as a small lamp atop his dresser, with a rainbow-striped shade on it.  She took a nail file and jabbed a hole in the seat of Roger's panties, then ripped it to make a long veritcal opening, in line with his crack.  She got bare from the waist down, laid on the bed, and spread her legs.  The center hairs of her pubic delta were matted together with Leon's dried cum.

She said, "Let's go, Roger.  Assume the position.  And put your knees under you, to elevate your pretty tail-end for Leon."  To her lover she said, "There's a tube of Ass-Glide on the dresser, next to that cute lamp.  I got it just in case you decided to violate our little Miss's tailpipe."

Leon laughed.  "Yeah.  I better grease the piglet up real good.  This is going to be like putting a semi in one of those parking spaces reserved for compact cars."

The cuckold whimpered as he put himself where he had been told to go.  With his pelvis elevated and his mouth mere inches from Marta's unwashed twat, he shuddered with anxiety.  How could Leon cram all that meat into such a tight space?  The mattress sank down behind Roger as the bigger man got onto it.  Then came Leon's thick blunt fingers applying the slipperly stuff, outside and in.  It was stragely titillating and Roger moaned in spite of himself.  The end of the Black man's battering ram bumped against his prey's clenched tightness.

"You got to relax, bitch," Leon advised, "or I might do some heavy damage back here."

Roger tried to untense, but the effort was only partially successful.  When Leon pushed again, Roger stuck out his tongue and lapped at his wife's well-used sex.  What he tasted made him queasy.  He knew he would never become comfortable with eating semen, fresh or otherwise.  As he slurped, Leon jammed the bulbous head of his member past Roger's tight ring.  Roger squealed.  Inch after anus-stretching inch followed, until the massive club was buried to its limit.  Leon gave his target a few moments for his body to accept it, and then set up the timeless in-out rhythm.  Being drilled caused the recipient both pain and pleasure.  Roger wanted to deny that part of him was enjoying what was being done to his poop chute, but he knew that would be a lie.  Leon increased the tempo of his powerful thrusts, until he was pumping away like a tireless machine.  His stamina was impressive.  Roger became more and more energized.  His dick strained against its prison.  His balls were drawn up tight.  He tongued his wife furiously.

And then it happened.  All three of them orgasmed at the same time.  Roger was startled that his dick had spit semen while in chastity.  He didn't want to accept that being cornholed had given him the ultimate release.  He knew that when the others saw his spunk on the sheets they would know the truth.  Even so, while it was happening, he threw back his head and cried out in ecstasy.

*********

Leon had taken a week off from his business to get settled in.  Now, during the day, he would go back to running the three gyms he owned.  As the head of the business, however, he could take long lunches with Marta.  She, for her part, contacted Roger's boss and arranged for her husband to work remotely from home, several days a week.  It meant that, along with having to wear lingerie under his male clothes at the office, he would be at the house many afternoons, dressed however his wife dictated.  She got him a skimpy French maid outfit, complete with cups intended to accomodate heavy breasts.  Roger's chest was filled out with large enough rubber balls that were pink.  It was utterly humiliating to be dressed that way and totter around in high heels with a feather duster or polishing cloth in hand.  He was also tasked with shining Leon's several pairs of dress shoes, more often than needed.  Some nights he had to buff the big man's footwear in the master bedroom, while Leon was in bed with Roger's cheating wife.

Over time, Roger found how strongly he craved ejaculations.  It took him a while, but eventually he broke down and begged Leon to hump his ass, because that was the only was the sissy could gain any release.  Even after that fact was established, he had to plead for it, in front of his wife, every time he had to have it.  Naturally, the sissy was also expected to suck Leon to stiffness beforehand, for the Roger's own ravishment.

More girly details were added to Roger's feminine bedroom.  He was given his own cosmetics, which he had to apply himself on his stay-at-home days.  Marta thinned his eyebrows and sent him to the office wearing clear lip gloss and pink-tinted nail polish, so that even when he was in male drag he got odd looks from his co-workers.  She made him use a long-lasting depilatory to remove what scant body hair he possessed.  At home he had to speak in a light airy voice.

When Marta realized that Leon had been living under their roof for six weeks, she decided to celebrate the anniversary.  She made Roger go with her to the lingerie shop, with the idea that he could help her pick out something especially enticing to wear for Leon on the occasion.  The husband didn't actually have any say in the matter, but went along with selecting the pale red, transparent, body stocking she settled on.  It had cut-outs for her nipples, pussy and ass, to give Leon full access.  While they were in the store, she also made several purchases for Roger, including harem pajamas, baby doll nighties, and ruffled panties.  The cute salesgirl could see that these items were too small to fit Marta's overstated curves.  The young lady's suspicions were confirmed at the checkout, when Marta said something to Roger about how seductive he would be in them, and how his man would eagerly react.

There seemed to be no limit to Marta's imagination when it came to ways for demeaning her husband.  Perhaps her greatest inspiration was a scene she set up to send Leon off to work on some mornings when Roger was staying home.  In only stockings and his chastity, Roger had to kneel in his bedroom.  Leon would appear shortly after he woke up and had his morning coffee, naked and horny.  Marta, in some bits of her filmy lingerie, would get onto her knees in front of her man and play with his enviable and ever-ready cock.  Roger had to put himself behind Leon.  While his wife supplied a blowjob that would put a whore to shame, the sissified cuckold had to bury his face between Leon's firm buttocks and use his mouth on the superior man's ass, licking, kissing, rimming and probing.  The double-attention, front and back, was especially stimulating for Leon, who let it go on for a while before blasting out his load.  Marta would hold as much of it as she could in her mouth and then stand over Roger, to let it drool out and run between his open waiting lips.

That tableux was played out often.  For Roger, having his face wedged between Leon's muscular ass cheeks, adorating his rear exit, while his wife lavished oral attention on that big Black cock, was the worst mortification of all.  But who knew what else might wait for him in the future?

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