Reader discretion is advised, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and does not portray real events or real persons. All characters are 18 or older.
My wife and me had been married for 30 years. I retired from my corporate job when I was 55, taking the early retirement. I thought I would spend more time with my wife. Helen was 50 and she was still a very attractive woman.
She was 5-3 and 130 lbs. She walked every day, usually around the neighborhood. She recently changed her hair style to what she called a short nape.
I had gained a few pounds over the years but nothing drastic. I was 5-8 and 153 pounds. Helen kept trying to get to exercise more. I know she felt it would stimulate my sex drive more. I was not as sexually active as I have years ago.
We even tried some new ideas, after Helen read that book, Fifty Shades of Gray. That didn't work, because of our passive natures. Neither of us was a dominating force of sexual desire.
The only regret Helen and me had, was never having any children. Some of the guys I used to work with, called that a blessing. The fact was Helen couldn't have children and we never felt like adopting.
We live in a university town and most the houses were turned into rentals, because they were more profitable. I even thought about once. With the extra money, Helen and me could do some traveling.
Two months ago, the house next door was rented out to some university students. It started out bad and stayed that way. They were loud, obnoxious and played loud music.
They parked their cars in front of our house and even across our driveway. The only mistake I made, was calling the police about them. Things changed drastically after I turned them in a few times.
It was summer break at the university and one Friday afternoon, 3 of the nextdoor bullies payed me a visit. I was working in my garage, on the lawn mover. The tall one smiled at me.
"I think you need to be taught a lesson, Pops."
Another one added.
"Yeah, it ain't cool to call the police all the time."
Before I could speak, they had tied my arms tied behind my back and a gag was shoved into my mouth. I though they were going to beat the shit out of me, but instead they unzipped their paints.
The tall one shoved me down on my knees.
“Now Pops, lets see how good you are at sucking cock!”
All three of them forced me to suck their dicks while they took pictures with their cell phones. My face and the front of my shirt was covered in sperm. One of them smeared the sperm all over my face.
The tall one showed me the pictures on his phone.
“Now Pops, we own you! You don’t call the police, you don’t complain to anybody. You understand that?”
I swallowed and nodded my head.
“Yes.”
He reached out and slapped me across the face.
“You address me as SIR, slave!”
They untied me and went back nextdoor. I went in and showered and changed clothes. Helen came into the bedroom.
“What did those students want? I saw them go into the garage where you were.”
“Oh, it was nothing. They said they would try to keep the noise down...that’s all.”
We had a quiet dinner. I watched Helen do the dishes and I kept thinking about sucking those hard cocks. All that hot milky sperm down my throat and all over my face. It was humiliating, but also exciting. I wanted to tell Helen, but I didn’t dare.
Saturday morning, I was trimming our hedges when the Tall man walked over.
“Pops. Put that trimmer away and come over.”
"Yes Sir."
I was intimidated by him and I did what he said. I put the trimmer in the garage and went next door to their house. It was a repeat of what happened yesterday in the garage.
Except, this time I was ordered to strip naked. The next few hours, I was sexually used and forced to submit to them. Once again, it was humiliating, but very arousing.
That was the beginning of our servitude to those young bullies living next door. Yes, I said our servitude, because Helen soon became part of it.
I don’t know how or why, but I came home one afternoon after playing golf at the club. I found Helen draped over the sofa, arms tied behind her back and completely naked.
I could see she had been assaulted. Her hair was a mess and there was fresh sperm still dripping from her pussy, and her ass, and her mouth. I told her we need to report this and she said no it was nothing.
I could see it was time to tell Helen what had been happening to me and the young men next door. Helen got down and played with my dick, licking it until I was hard. She continued, until I ejaculated in her mouth.
We agreed that we would not report anything, but instead submit to the young men next door. It actually sounded exciting. Sexually submitting to someone.
They kept me and Helen naked about all the time. They tied me to a chair and let me watch while they took turns fucking Helen in every hole. I thing Helen may have had more orgasms that day than in her whole life with me.
It excited me to see Helen tied up and forced to preform sexual acts. I think maybe it excited her to see me in the same way. They made her watch while they sexually used me.
The parties were probably the most arousing. Helen and I were always the servants at these parties. We had drink trays attached to our naked bodies and we were made to parade around serving drinks and collection empty bottles and glasses.
Helen really looked sexy with the tray fastened under her big tits and her pussy was shaved clean. My genitals were also shaved clean and I had to swear a double cock ring.
Our arms were cuffed behind our backs which was locked to the belt that held the serving tray. We also had to wear clamps on our nipples and ball gags in out mouths.
We were fair game at the parties and helpless to do anything. My dick, balls and ass received the most abuse. Men and women would pinch, pull, and slap my genitals as well as my ass. There were also lots of fingers up there as well.
Helen was treated about the same. I saw men and women exploring her pussy and her ass. Her tits also took some abuse. Men and women, pinching, pulling and twisting her nipples. I had heard of college orgies and I never knew what they were, until now that is.
I counted around 20 or so guests at the party and I think Helen and I were fucked by at least 10 of them. It took on a whole new meaning, when Helen and I hit the bed.
That summer was one of the best Helen and I ever spent. We no longer had to worry about sexual problems. We just had to worry if there was time to fit them all in. Helen says she feels like a slut and she loves it. I guess I also feel like a slut and I also like it.
Three guys just came in to take me next door with them. The other 3 guys are going to stay here with Helen. I wonder what they have planned for today?
END.
