I kneeled at the door to my mother-in-law’s house, naked.

How did I get here? My wife and I had recently returned home from a dinner with my in-laws. There had been an argument and we’d left in a huff. Not long after we returned home, the phone rang. Her parents, her mother in particular, was furious and wanted me to drive to her house and beg forgiveness.

So I found myself standing at the door of my fifty-five year old mother’s house with no clue as to what might happen next. My wife had said her mother would punish me for my rude behavior, for my lack of respect, but she’d refused to explain the nature of the punishment or the apology. My wife is Korean and her parents have standards that have at all times seemed somewhat absurd to someone of my relaxed, midwestern background. They had at all times demanded respect, formal greetings, things that someone of my own background simply didn’t care about. Up until that night we had each tolerated each other. We had argued and fought over some silly, nonsensical problem, neither side eager to back down or concede.

Now I stood, unnerved, waiting at the door for an hour before my phone buzzed. The message from my mother-in-law said, “Strip off your clothing and place it in the mailbox. Wait on your knees for the door to open.”

I froze, not knowing what to do. I had pictured a calm apology, a few smiles, and a hug before I departed. This was…strange. It was kinky and dirty. The in-laws I knew were formal, well dressed, the house impeccable. They wore slippers to keep the floor clean. They ironed the napkins before setting them on the dinner table. They were proper and uptight. I’d never once seen any evidence that either of them might be involved in any kind of lewd or erotic lifestyle.

A second text arrived. “You are here to apologize–strip.”

A part of me, some small, dirty part of me was intrigued. I set my phone on the ground. It was almost eleven at night and cold outside. I dropped my pants and lifted off my shirt. I stood for a moment, then dropped my boxers and stuffed all of it into the mailbox. It felt strange to stand naked before my mother-in-law’s house. I’d stood at this door a hundred times, fully clothed, ready for long Christmas dinner or some similar holiday celebration. Never did I think that I would stand here nude, cock gradually stiffening.

The door opened and my heart skipped a beat, shocked as my father-in-law, also nude, stepped out onto the patio and fetched my clothes from the mailbox. He stopped at the door and appraised me, looking me up and down before circling, glancing at my cock and ass. No explanation. Not a single word passing between us. My skin prickled, gooseflesh forming on my arms and legs, cock lifting, growing erect. As far as I knew, my in-laws were a perfectly ordinary Asian couple in their 50s, now I guessed they were something very different and I was about to be drawn into that lifestyle. My only clue had been the look of concern on my wife’s face, the way she bit her lip. She knew some secret, but there’d been no time to distribute it.

A text told me to resume kneeling. The minutes passed and my legs ached. After an hour, I ached all over and yet some part of me was aroused, turned on and excited.

The door flew open. My mother-in-law–call her Ellen to hide her true identity–peered down, studying my cock, walking around me just as her husband had done, eyes tracing the contours of my ass, my stomach, and cock. I was fit, strong too, cock once again growing, lifting up, the head turning red when I felt her eyes on it. She smirked and my cock raised another inch. It sat up, the mushroom head expanding to its full width. I felt alive and excited, naked before Ellen. She was Korean and older but curvy, big breasted, and in many methods hotter than my own wife. On countless occasions, I’d pictured her naked. I’d even imaged her own face on my wife as we fucked.

“Follow me inside,” she said, casually, never meeting my eye.

She led and I followed, over the threshold and into the living room where three chairs sat in a row. A black rubber dildo stood upon each, fastened to the seat, three hard cocks arranged by size, each one larger than the last. The third was almost impossibly tall, the head immense, the shaft thick and bulging. It was a cock like you’d discover on a rhino or maybe an elephant.

“It’s modeled on a horse,” said Ellen. She must have seen me gaping.

I swallowed uncomfortably, wondering if somehow the dildo was for me. I looked to Ellen for some suggestion of what was to come but she simply smiled, enjoying my frustration, my nudity too. She stared greedily at my cock, tracing its contours as if she owned them, as if she owned me.

A thin black dress adorned her ample figure. It stopped just below the line of her ass, teasing me with glimpses when it lifted. In the front, the neckline plunged, revealing her breasts, which seemed bigger than I recalled, swollen like my cock.

“Dan, everything that happens here is a part of your apology. Understand that? Do everything I ask you and I will be satisfied. Got it?”

I gulped air. “Yes.”

“Good. Now turn around and lower your little ass onto the first dildo, the smallest one. You’ll work your way up to biggest.” She glanced at the horse cock dildo. “It’s intimidating–isn’t it? Maybe even scary? The last person to take it cried. Do you think you’ll cry, Dan? You might.”

“I…” I had no words. My legs wouldn’t move, so she took hold of my shoulders and walked me back. The first dildo stood behind me, tall and intimidating. My legs touched the cold wood of the chair and Ellen edged closer, hands still gripping my shoulders, the scent of her perfume filling my nose. It was intoxicating as was the smell of her sweat and the sweet scent of her sex, the sickly smell of that moist place between her legs, practically dripping. She was horny too, made hot by the scene. She pushed down and I kneeled. Her breasts rubbed my chest and my cock stiffened again. She came closer and my hard-on rubbed her chest. As I sat, it ran over her stomach and down her crouch. I almost orgasmed. My cock twitched, precum dripping. Her Asian pubic hairs were stiff, like her daughters and they tickled the head of my cock through the fabric of her dress, teasing it.

Then the dildo pressed my ass and I forgot about her sex. The cock was gigantic, impossibly large, and I could see no way to mount it.

“I can’t,” I said.

“You can’t or you won’t, Dan? Because this is your apology. If you won’t take it the cock for me, you won’t apologize. Understand? You do this is or you go back to your wife and say you failed. Do you want that? Do you want to be cut off?”

There was the threat. She’d said it. The money she provided monthly kept my wife and I afloat. We needed it. If she stopped payment, if she did cut us off, life would not be easy. Still, I ought to walk away, but I didn’t. Some part of me wanted to be here, wanted to see what would happen next, so I nodded my acceptance and Ellen put all her weight on my shoulders, leaning, pushing me down, my ass spreading.

The dildo passed roughly into my ass and my mouth spread open, my lips gaping like my ass. The pain was exquisite, the cock immense. I groaned as I lowered myself onto it, every inch splitting me aside, my own cock hard as I slid down the enormous black one. Ellen liked that last part, she enjoyed seeing me stiffen as I fucked her dildo.

“Are you enjoying your first cock?” Ellen slapped my hard-on and I panted, twitching as her fingers came into contact with my shaft. Then she was leaning again on my shoulders, forcing me down, her breasts hanging before me, brushing my nose, the skin wet with perspiration. I wanted to reach out and lick them, touch them, but I feared her reaction. This wasn’t the mother-in-law I’d known. This was someone different, some side of herself she’d kept hidden. It was a version of my mother that I wanted desperately to know, to find out and experience…to serve.

“Get down on the cock,” said Ellen, voice raised. “I want your ass to smack the balls,” she said, leaning once again, pushing me down, farther and farther, my ass stretching, the pain shooting down my legs, up through my chest.

I hit the balls, bottoming out. I’d just fucked my first cock and the feeling was wild and dirty. I was embarrassed but turned on and excited. Was some party of me gay or just dirty? Did I thrill to kinkiness of it or was there something else at play? The shaft of the dildo rubbed my prostrate and the feeling was better than sex, my cock twitching, threatening to explode, handsfree.

Ellen drew up a fourth chair, one that did not have a dildo attached to it, and sat down across from me. “Grab both sides of the chair and ride that dildo for me, Dan. Fuck it for my amusement. Humiliate yourself for me. That’s right. Up and down. I want you to go all the way to the top then back down the shaft. Slide down it like a girl. Like a bitch. Fuck for me like a cheerleader whose just mounted the captain of the team. Fuck it with enthusiasm. Smile while you fuck,” said Ellen, grinning while she said it, her legs parted.

She leaned back and her skirt rose, revealing the first glimpse of her lips, then she tugged at the fabric, revealing a thin line of black hair, a pubic stripe, that raw tuft I’d felt when we first embraced, and below it, pink lips, tight, a narrow slit, ready to be fucked, lips that could milk any cock. It was the pussy of a goddess and she knew it. She saw the lust in my eye, the way my cock twitched, bobbing up and down at the sight. Naked, I could not hide my desire. It was on view for all to see. Ellen saw my lust, my desire to fuck. I needed it, but I did nothing. Fearing her reaction, I rose and fell, riding a dildo when I ought to be riding my mother-in-law.

“I’m glad we’re doing this. I am learning a lot about you, Dan.” Ellen drew up her skirt, her pale Asian skin in stark contrast to her dark pubic hair, the lips of her pussy spreading, inviting me. “Keep fucking,” said Ellen while she beckoned to her husband. He entered from the hall, naked, crawling on all fours. Was that how she treated the men in her house? Is that what I would become? Her dog, down on all fours. I thought what else he did for his wife?

He crawled to Ellen and without further instruction kneeled between her legs, his head pressed to her lips, tongue flicking. He licked and she groaned, he went down on his wife eagerly and I watched. Her eyes traced my ass as it wrapped the dildo sliding up and down it.

“You are the entertainment for the night,” said Ellen. “I like to watch boys fuck. I like to watch grown straight men humiliate themselves, sucking and fucking for my amusement.”

That last part gave me pause. Sucking and fucking? I had agreed to the dildo and nothing more.

“Move the second cock. I want to see what you can take,” said Ellen.

I lifted myself, pulling off the first dildo before moving to the second. It was big and black and wide, much larger than the first, longer two. I turned and pressed it to my ass. I took the shaft in my hand as if it were a real cock and held it, maneuvering my ass until I settled upon the head. I’d seen women do this in videos, how they took the cock and held it before inserting. I never wondered I’d discover myself doing the same. It felt wrong. It felt dirty too, and I liked that part of it. I craved the humiliation and my mother-in-law knew it. She enjoyed watching. She liked seeing me submit, watching a straight, married man, take a cock.

“Fuck it, Dan. I want you to fuck the big black cock. Take it in your little pussy. Go on, Dan. Tell me you want cock in your pussy. Admit it.”

“I want it,” I said.

“Want what?”

“Cock.”

“Cock where?”

“In my ass.”

“No, in your pussy. Say it, Dan.”

“I want cock in my pussy.”

The head of dildo passed into me. It spread me aside and I screamed.

Ellen loved it. My mother-in-law almost had an orgasm, her legs squeezing her husband’s head, eyes rolling. Down and down and down, onto the cock I fell. A straight man willing to take a cock, to ride it rodeo-style. I settled into a rhythm. Up and down. the head filling me, stretching me, so big you could see its outline through my stomach. It was a fist in my ass, or worse, a whole arm. Gigantic. I couldn’t believe I was taking it.

Ellen had had her orgasm. Seeing me struggle, my face pinched, lips groaning. It had been all she needed. I’d made my mother-in-law cum. It was my apology, my humiliation. I guessed we were done. Ellen closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair, calm but covered in perspiration, still mostly clothed. She let the dress fall down and cover her pussy, hiding it from sight. The men were still naked.

Ellen sat, her chest rising and falling. I’d heard Ellen orgasm and the sound had been deeply satisfying, a low and guttural sound, her husband licking, my ass spread around the plastic cock, all of it for her amusement alone. She’d had her fill, but her husband had not.

“Stand,” said Ellen. For a moment, I wondered she’d asked me to stand. I hoped, i prayed, she might be up for a second round. Every inch of me wanted for fuck her, my cock still hard. I had been rock hard for an hour. In all my thirty years, my cock had never once been so hard for so long.

Ellen’s husband–let’s call him Tom–stood. He was nude and erect, unimpressive, his cock much smaller than my own, his black pubic hair thick, making the cock seem short, but as he came close, I saw its girth. It was uncut and thick, like a beer can, stocky, rock-hard, and dripping. When I saw Ellen smile and laugh, I jolt of fear ran down my spine, my body tingling, my own cock straining, wanting someone to touch it, to jerk me off and make me cum. I desperately needed attention, but found none.

“Tom, you’ve been a good little slut and Dan has been a very bad one, but he is trying to make up for it. Is there anything he can do for you?”

At this, Tom grinned. Apparently, he knew exactly what he needed. I guessed they’d done all this before, but who had they done it to?

Tom faced me. Cock hard, he gripped my head with strong hands, holding me in place, my ass still wrapped around the cock. I couldn’t move. I was held in place twice over. This was more than I bargained for, more than I had expected or even dreamed. They’d already pushed past my limits but I sensed we were far from finished and I wanted to see how far they would go. I still wanted my mother-in-law and would do anything to have her.

“Open your mouth,” said Tom and I complied.

It was a dirty thing to say. One man telling another to open his mouth while a fat cock hung before it. “Stick out your tongue,” said Tom and again I complied.

I licked his cock, flicking the head; he groaned. Ellen was touching herself again, willing for what would come next. I guessed I should have known what was coming. Tom thrust his cock into my open mouth, his balls slapping my chin. He was grinning. He actually smiled when I choked on his cock, the head hitting the back of my throat, making me heave. “How are you enjoying your first cock, Dan? Do you like it? You’re a terrible cock sucker, so I am guessing it is your first. Pay attention Dan, I need you focus on my cock.” He smacked my face. “No teeth. Just lips and tongue, son. Can you do that?”

“Yes, sir. Just lips.”

“Good, son. Try again and call me father,” he said even though he was not my father. He was Ellen’s third husband. He wasn’t even my wife’s father.

“Yes father, thank you for the opportunity to please you, sir.”

“That’s better. Now suck deeply,” he said, reinserting, forcing his thick manhood into mouth. It really was thick, like big cucumber, and it filled my mouth, my tongue wrapping his uncut cock head.

“Dan, I also need you to forget that you are a man. Right now, I need you to think like a woman. I need you to want to please the cock. So take both your hands and put them on my ass.”

I had been using my hands to pull me up and down the dildo. I had to go all the way down on the plastic cock, so I could sit on it and free my two hands, which I placed on his hairy ass cheeks. I recoiled, but he slapped me. I never wondered I’d discover myself touching another man’s ass, but I did it. I wanted to do it.

“Pull my cock into your mouth, Dan. Devour it. Pull till it fills your mouth. Fuck your own face, Dan. It’s what women do, and I while you are in this house, you are a woman. Got that? Say it.”

“I am a woman, father.”

“You are woman who is eager to please, to suck father’s cock.”

“Yes father, I want to suck your cock.”

At that, I head Ellen groan. She touched herself, masturbating with one hand, pinching a nipple with the other. She enjoyed my humiliation, my first bi experience played out right in front of her as if it were a porn film made just for Ellen.

Tom slapped my face. “Suck,” he said and I did it. I sucked him, I felt his cock in my mouth and heard him whimper in pleasure. I had spent a lifetime receiving blowjobs, loving the feeling and now the tables were turned. I was sucking cock. I took his ass in my hands and fucked my own face and they loved it. Ellen and Tom moaned, she stood alongside him and kissed her husband while he fucked my face, while I sucked. She fingered his ass. She drove two fingers into the hole and he groaned, his cock stiffening. In my mouth, it was twitching, convulsing, ready to spurt. She drove three fingers in his ass and yelped, his body tensing, then he was shaking. He jittered wildly and drove his cock down my throat. The first shot hit the back of my throat and I coughed. He pulled back and shot once more, covering my lips and face, the cum dripping. He pulled out and Ellen stoked him, once, twice. Aiming his cock, he made the final spurt, the warm cum striking my eyes before running down my face. She scooped it with a finger and then dipped it into my mouth, feeding me her husband’s cum. I licked and found it salty and sticky.

Tom collapsed onto the chair where Ellen once sat. They’d had their fun. They’d orgasmed and, in the process, humiliated and degraded me. This was my apology. It ought to have been finished, but there was still one more dildo, the horse cock.

“If you’d like, you can leave,” said Ellen. “You’ve made a decent apology, but it you want to apologize in full, you’ll stay and finish. If you stay, I’ll give you a surprise, something small, but only if you choose to stay.”

A part of me wanted to run, but I couldn’t. She’d awakened a demon in me, some perverted little boy who’d been hiding, who’d been repressed, but now he was out and alive and didn’t want to stop no matter when she’d planned. Without much wondered, I accepted. I’d stay and doing what she commanded.

Ellen glanced at the last cock and I knew what was coming. Her husband wandered out of the room and we were alone with the horse cock. It had a flat head, something like the tip of an elephant’s trunk, and the shaft was narrow near the tip but it quickly widened to an impossible girth, six inches at the base, a cock no one could fuck.

“I want you to ride it for me but this time, I’ll give you rewards. The more you take, the more I’ll give. Understand?”

“I understand.”

“Good.” she said and without another word she was pressing down on my shoulders, forcing my ass onto the head. I squirmed and twisted, maneuvering it into my ass. I cried in pain and in frustration. I pushed and wiggled, my ass widening, accepting the horse cock. I screamed, thrilling as I took it, feeling it force my insides aside as i slid down on it. I pulled up but I couldn’t move, pushed down but it was too much to take. Ellen kissed me on the lips and I melted, her thighs brushing my cock.

“The kiss was your first surprise, a reward for taking the head. Midway down the shaft, there is a mark. If you make it to the mark, I’ll give you a second surprise.”