“Such a good boy. You are my good boy now…” he said softly, almost tenderly as his orgasm subsided and I was still trembling with mine…

I couldn’t argue against that. He had claimed me. Owned me. There was no recovery from this. I wouldn’t be able to just forget it had happened. I will at all times have been a man that got fucked by another man. Bred. Not only that, I had almost orgasmed like a woman. My cock wasn’t being touched and I came while being fucked. And I came so hard. My whole body had shaken with it. If he hadn’t been so firmly holding me, my legs would have given out from it.

I finally stopped trembling and went limp, still panting. He slowly pulled out of me and we both groaned with it. He was finally out, but the memory of it would be with me forever. “You did such a good job, I am so proud of you. Not only for honoring the bets, but for taking it so well. I couldn’t have asked for a better sub,” he said softly caressing my back. I felt his hands then on mine and him fiddling with the cuffs and suddenly they were loosening and then completely off.

He helped me to stand up straight and I rubbed my wrists, but I didn’t otherwise move. I felt so lost with what I just went through. He left my side for a moment and then came back with my clothing, putting it next to me on the table. I had been staring down at the puddle of my own semen on the floor.

He spoke again, “I know this wasn’t easy and that you have a lot to think about to process what happened. But I want you to know I am here for you. If you want to go sit and talk about it we can. If you want to go take a shower you can. The bets are fulfilled and you don’t owe me any more. You could call your wife and tell her you had a little too much to drink and shouldn’t drive home and sleep here on the couch. It is up to you…”

At that, I panicked a little. My wife. I was married. I would never be able to tell her about this. But I immediately grabbed my clothes and started to get dressed. He patted my shoulder and I flinched before he gave me space and went and put his clothing back on as well. I was faster and my eyes were like a scared doe’s looking to escape a lion’s den.

“Are you okay to drive?” he asked, full of concern. I couldn’t take it and made for the door, but not before hearing him say, “You are welcome back next week at the usual time. We can play again,” and the double meaning of that was clear. Both the table tennis and as his owned sex toy. I nearly whimpered as I fled.

I don’t even remember the drive home very well, but luckily I made it without incident. My state of mind hadn’t improved much and my legs were shaky as I made my way to the house. Your ordinary suburban middle class house with the perfect lawn and shrubbery. It was late enough that my wife should be in bed. God I hoped she was.

I opened the front door as quietly as I could and then turned to close it. “Good game night honey?” my wife called out and I squeaked in startlement and flinched. I finally replied, “Oh yeah…it…it was f-fine…” weakly.

“Are you alright?” she asked, “you sound funny,”

“I’m f-fine. Just…..just tired. I am going to go shower and go to bed. Good night,” I said, trying to escape. “Hey! You sure you are okay? Where is my kiss?” she said. Fuck. I went over to her saying, “Yeah, just really tired…” I gave her a quick kiss and fled. I kissed my wife with the same mouth that had a big cock in it not that long ago. A mouth that had swallowed another man’s cum.

I showered and felt like I couldn’t get clean enough. Occasionally I would just stand under the running water lost in what had become of me. My ass was sore, but I wasn’t injured. But I felt lost in knowing who I was. I then went to bed without further incident, but I was definitely a changed man. The next day though, I was able to hide it better. We went through the weekend mostly as typical, running our errands, watching a movie together, but I was pretty soft spoken the whole time and…more likely to defer to what she wanted to do. This pleased her, but she wondered nothing of it.

I returned to work on Monday, an additional two days of typical life between me and what had happened. It was almost like it was a dream. Or a nightmare. The issue was….what was really tearing me up….was I wanted to think that I hadn’t wanted any of it. That it was completely against my will and just a traumatic experience to bury and forget about.

But as the days of the week rolled on, the reason for my internal despair came more to the surface. The memory of what happened turned me on. I had to fight random erections thinking about it. I tried to masturbate and couldn’t not think about HIS cock. About how I had served it and how it had used me.

About how much I craved it.

I fought these feelings for as long as I could, but it was a losing battle. I didn’t know what I was now, but he had been right all along. He had given me something I never knew I needed. He had made me feel truly owned. In being helpless and used for his pleasure, I had felt true purpose. It made me want to cry. I didn’t want to be what he had made me, but I felt like he had taken my freedom of choice away from me. I felt empty at the prospect of not returning. I didn’t know if it was some kind of PTSD or something like what a rape victim went through, but I felt like a part of me needed to be treated that way again. I wasn’t raped of course, but…. I should just force it under. Bury my feelings. Man up and get over this. It had happened, fucking forget about it and move on.

But I got to the intersection where turning right would head home, and turning left would head to his house to be there at the usual time.

With a cry of despair, I turned left…

(Thank you all so much for reading, commenting, and following! I sort of stumbled into doing this, but you all have been so great, and I never would have gotten to this point in the story without your encouragement. I am gonna pause this particular story here and perhaps it is the ending, or perhaps I will return to it in the future, but it should give you, dear reader, a little closure. I am anxious now to think about what I am gonna write next. It will most likely be a MxF story, but if you were only here for the MxM content, please know that I have a ton of seeds for additional MxM stories that I will definitely be writing in the future. As at all times, your comments and messages are appreciated!)