Cap’n Kink

Since then I got a good promotion and at least once a week I go to his house and fuck him really hard, I force him to suck dick and he has become my bitch in sex.

A tradition had formed that the last one to arrive after the designated time would have to do some kind of forfeit. It would range from paying for dinner, buying the beers that night, having to do the washing up for the first few days to more ridiculous stuff. Over the years various of the bets and forfeits of the week pushed more and more boundaries and this year you were the last to arrive after getting stuck in traffic following an accident.

As you burst through the door with your bags your bro and your dad were sat, buck naked on the sofa with their hands on their heads.

“We’ve decided that this week we’re gonna start as we mean to go on. No holds barred. Let’s fuckin’ go!” your brother announced as you looked at them, slightly dumbfounded.

“So, as the Last Loser, my littlest himbo, you’re gonna strip to your underwear and you’re gonna worship our bodies and find a way to bring us to a happy ending to start our week. Chop chop!” You dad smirked and his dick twitched.

What you were really happy to be paying for was the staff. Muscular and huskular guys whose uniforms were all shiny, Lycra sports gear. Some were in speedos, some were in wrestling singlets, some were in cycle shorts, some in brief and crop top combos.

You stood and watched housekeeping make your bed, reaching over to smooth the sheets.

“You should request the turndown service” he said with a thick, Hungarian accent as he heard the phone on your camera click. He turned to face you with a semi-in his singlet “I’ll be working tonight”. He grabbed and squeezed his crotch knowingly, collected his housekeeping supplies and left.

After a few drinks you also discovered he was a very, very submissive bottom.

He heard you moan and saw your dick jump in your shorts, and to his shock his own balls tingled. He laughed it off but had continued his ‘messing about’.

I didn’t expect that he’d have me strip off and have to wear a “uniform”, not that the white thong was much of a uniform. I also hadn’t expected him to call all the guys from work over for a barbecue whilst I washed all of their cars too.

He’d dished out water pistols and the thong was soaked and see through. The guys all laughing and jeering as I worked.