Hi everyone, I am really embarrassed it has been so long since the last installment of my University Wimp series. Life has become busy and I have also started writing some cuckold themed scripts for audio porn (if interested these can be found by looking at my profile).

I have meant to write another chapter for a while but haven't quite got round to it. I have been inspired by some recent fantastic chapters in this group so I wanted to give it another go.

I hope you enjoy it, it took me a bit of time to get back into the character's minds. Fingers crossed it worked okay.

Any feedback will be received gratefully.

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Chapter 14:

24th of March 2016

The day Carla and Ryan left for their Alaska trip was an emotional rollercoaster. I had made sure that they were all packed and ready to go the night before. I had printed and laminated their itinerary for the trip, so they didn’t have to worry about a thing. I had printed the plane tickets, made sure their passports were easily accessible. I even placed a few of their favourite snacks in their hand luggage, for the flight.

It was different getting snacks and drinks ready for Carla but it was pretty emasculating to be catering for what a guy might desire during a flight, even more so as that guy gave me a caning the night before. But as per usual I swallowed my pride and placed a Mars bar and a Lucozade in his hand luggage.

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Did I get a thank you for my thought and consideration for Ryan’ desires. No, of course I didn’t. When I told him what I’d packed for him all he did was give me a superior, shit-eating grin.

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It was an early flight and I was really dreading having to wake the two of them up. I opened the door a crack and then turned on a lamp in the corner of the room, just to provide a little light, but not to be too glaring. I went round to Carla’s side of the bed. She looked so perfect. For a moment, I just gazed at her angelic beauty and it felt like my breathing just stopped. I was overwhelmed by love for her.

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As her chest slowly rose with each breath, I was once again stunned that someone this beautiful wanted to be in a relationship with me. I know its not a conventional relationship, but still its something. I didn’t stand there for too long, I felt uncomfortable after a few seconds, as if I was invading her privacy.

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I gently whispered her name and she crinkled up her nose. I whispered again, slightly louder and she groaned softly. My heart broke, she looked so peaceful, I just wanted her to be able to rest but I knew I had to wake her up.

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“Carla, I’m really sorry, but its probably time to get up.”

She opened her eyes a fraction and then said one word to me,

“Coffee”

“Yes of course.” I moved round to Ryan’s side of the bed and spoke softly, “Sir, would you like anything before I drive you both to the airport?”

“Coffee and a bacon sandwich for the car journey!”

“Yes Sir, of course Sir.”

“I’ll have a bacon sandwich too!” Carla demanded.

“Yes, two bacon sandwiches and some coffee coming right up.” I spoke with a simpering smile on my face.

I rushed downstairs, put the coffee on and grabbed some bacon from the fridge. I started to fry it as I heard the shower start upstairs. For the hundredth time I was amazed by the life Carla and Ryan now led. They have their own personal houseboy to pack for their holiday, their own personal cook to make them bacon sandwiches and they have their own personal driver to take them to the airport. And the most incredible thing is that they had come to just expect it all.

They knew they didn’t have to thank me or be polite when asking for something. They knew they could be rude, be humiliating towards me. They knew they could insult me, they could even beat me. And after all that I would still be there with my obsequious smile asking, “can I get you anything Carla?” “Can I get you anything Sir?” When I think of our relative positions I can’t help the waves of self-loathing and self-pity that wash over me. The taken for granted, abused servant. That was all I had become to the girl I loved. I had to shake myself out of my morose mood and focus on preparing things for Carla and Ryan.

The drive to the airport was uneventful. Carla and Ryan fell asleep on the backseat. Carla’s head resting gently on Ryan’s shoulder. I felt uncomfortable watching them while they slept so I kept my eyes on the road.

When we arrived at the airport, I opened the door for each of them. This is a new little task that they enjoy having me do for them. I remember when Carla announced that she wanted me to do it for them,

“I want people to look at you and see that you’re opening the door for us. I want you to feel that little twinge of embarrassment at your subservient position.” She grinned at me, “I want people to notice our power over you as you hold the door off to the side and we step onto the pavement. When it comes down to it, I just want the world to know that you’re our little wimp.”

There was no way I could come up with any counter argument to that. Just another little nod and a, “Yes Carla, of course Carla.”

So I ran round to Ryan’s side to let him out. Standing off to the side with my eyes downcast, so as not to look at him and risk giving offence. Then I opened Carla’s door and she strode confidently onto the sidewalk. I grabbed their suitcases for them as they stood impatiently.

“I’m really going to miss you.” I said to Carla, feeling my heart filling with sorrow that I wasn’t going to see her for three whole weeks. She looked mildly amused by how much I was obviously going devoted to her.

“Don’t worry John, a few of my friends are going to make use of you while I’m away. So you’ll have people to boss your life while we’re not here.”

“Yes Carla, of course, I’ll work hard for your friends.”

“You fucking better, if I hear bad things about you, I will make you seriously regret it.” Her eyes narrowed and there was nothing but coldness behind them. No affection, no kindness, just cold dominance.

“I…I…I promise I’ll work hard for them.”

“Good, lets go Baby.” She spoke sweetly to her lover and they both turned to leave. He smirked at me and I swear it was just for my benefit that he placed a hand on her ass as they made their way into the terminal.

“Goodbye” I called after them, nervously. Wishing so much that Carla would turn around and say one more word to me. Neither of them turned. I don’t know if they were ignoring me or simply hadn’t heard me. Either way, it hurt.

I drove back to my place and immediately fell onto the bed. I was so exhausted; physically and emotionally drained. I wasn’t going to see the love of my life for a whole three weeks. I missed her already, I could sense the feeling of sickness enter my chest and hot tears come to my eyes. I wept for her. I couldn’t help it. I loved her and she would be away from me for so long. I wouldn’t even be on her mind.

Just as I was about to drift off to sleep my phone started ringing. I have been trained to answer my phone quickly so I dived to pick it up,

“Hello” I answered timidly.

“Hey there wimp, how are you?” It was Vivien on the phone, with a mocking tone to her voice.

“I’m okay thank you, just dropped Carla and Ryan off at the airport.” I spoke monotously, all I really wanted to do right now wass sleep.

“Oh they are going to have such a great time. Such an awesome couple, really made for each other don’t you think?” She was clearly taunting me.

“Ummmm…I guess so Vivien.” I said sadly.

“Well anyway, enough about those two love birds. Carla said I could have you for today so I want to make full use of you. Drive on over here now, I have a long list of chores for you to make your way through. Oh and on your way over pick me and my boyfriend up some pastries okay? We have just been going at it, if you know what I mean.” She laughed, “And we’re starving.”

“Yes Viv…” She had already hung up before I finished my sentence. I could tell it was going to be a tough day.

I had a pounding headache as I pulled up outside Vivien’s place. I was tired, hungry and emotionally devastated, the idea of a day of chores and humiliation filled me with dread. But hell, that’s what I’m there for. That’s my purpose as I am so often reminded.

I knocked on the door and Vivien opened it with a smirk on her face.

“Well, well, well, you sure got over here pretty quickly, didn’t you wimp?”

“I didn’t want to keep you waiting.” I replied, trying to come across as sweet and humble. She bit her lip and had an amused glint in her eye as she looked me up and down,

“I think we’re going to have fun with you today.” She said, “come in, come meet my boyfriend.” I walked through into the kitchen and was greeted by a man who was so clearly at ease with himself and the world. He had a confident smile on his face as he extended his hand towards me,

“Hi, I’m Steve.” He said as he shook my hand, “I’ve heard a lot about you.” His smile widened, there was something I didn’t like about the way he looked at me. It was the way a predator might look at its prey.

“Hi…I…I…I’m John” I managed to get out my name. Great job, I taunted myself sadly.

“Oh, but that’s not your real name is it?” Vivien came up behind me. “Go on, tell Steve your real name…I mean, I guess Ryan and Carla call you a few different names, but tell him my favourite.”

“Ummmm…its wimp.” I muttered under my breath, eyes fixed on the floor.

“Come on, speak up…and look him in the eyes as you’re talking to him.” Vivien smirked at me, her eyes full of playful but cruel energy.

“Sorry.” I looked up at Steve, “My name is wimp!” They both got a kick out of that. Steve and Vivien laughed and he looked at her with a mixture of disbelief and amusement.

“Nice to meet you wimp.” Steve said, “I hear you’ve got some breakfast for us.”

“I do, I hope you like it.” I put the shopping bag on the countertop, pleased for the focus to have shifted from my demeaning name. I got out the three pastries. I had planned to give them the two that they wanted and then I could have the leftover one.

“These look great, good job wimp.” Vivien smiled at me, “Though I don’t think we need all three, we could probably save one for later.”

“Errrr….I was kind of hoping maybe…maybe I could have one of them, I haven’t eaten yet and I’m really hungry.”

There was a moment of silence as Vivien stared at me. She kept the silence going that little bit longer than I was comfortable with. I could sense that I’d messed up already. I had a growing anxiety that swept over me. The silence was unbearable as I shifted from one foot to another and I realised that both Steve and Vivien had their eyes fixed with laser like intensity on me. I was so uncomfortable I had to speak,

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. I shouldn’t have got anything for me.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.” Vivien said coldly before brightening a little, “But I’ll be generous, I wont tell Ryan and Carla that you have been such a presumptuous little wimp…well, I wont tell them as long as you work your ass off for us today.”

“Thank you Vivien, I will work hard for you I promise.”

“You better” She said as she started tucking into an almond pastry, “If you’re good then we’ll let you have something to eat for lunch.” She took another bite of the pastry and giggled as my stomach started rumbling.

“Sounds like you’re hungry wimp?” Steve put me on the spot.

“Ummmm…yes, I am really starving.” I replied sadly.

“Well, I bet you’re pretty happy that you might get something for lunch huh?” He sneered at me.

“Yes, thank you, I’m very grateful, thank you.” God, it didn’t take him long to exert his dominance over me, I thought.

“Okay, enough chit chat, first thing you need to do is clean the patio area outside. I want the weeds gone and the patio tiles all clean. You’ll find the pressure washer in the shed.”

“Yes Vivien, thank you Vivien.” I said, hating myself for my pathetic obsequious attitude, what kind of person thanks someone for allowing them to clean their patio.

It was a tough job, the garden was hugely overgrown and it took me a few hours just to cut back the weeds and the overgrown plants. I had to make a few trips to dispose of the cut down weeds. I could see Vivien and Steve through the window watching TV. God, an extra pair of hands would have been so useful, but I didn’t dare ask them for help. I could just imagine Carla’s furious face if word got back to her that I’d asked her friends to help me with the garden work.

Every so often I saw one of them at the window watching me work. Usually holding a cup of coffee in their hands. Giving me a mocking wave or a thumbs up as I pulled up another weed. All I could do was smile back at them, pretending to be happy in my work.

Finally after the overgrown plants were all under control I started to wash the tiles. It turned out that the pressure washer didn’t work. I thought I was going to cry as I contemplated the prospect of cleaning the whole area manually. I was already so hungry, so tired, my headache was worse than ever. Did Vivien and Steve show me any sympathy? Yeah right. I found them in the living room, Vivien was sitting on Steve’s lap and I was worried I’d caught them during an intimate moment. He had one hand on her ass and the other up her top. She looked like she was melting into him.

They weren’t concerned by me seeing them like this. I found it extra humiliating that there was no embarrassment on their side at all. As if I wasn’t a man. Just an asexual being of no importance at all. They showed no interest in my problem and as expected I was just told to clean the patio with a cloth and hot soapy water.

I did as I was ordered. I crouched down outside and got to work trying to scrub the mud off each individual tile. God it was agonising work. The mud was often caked onto the tile, it felt like they hadn’t been cleaned in years and here Vivien expected me to get it good as new in a single day. Just to give me extra reason for resentment I started to hear the unmistakable noise of sex coming from the bedroom window. Must be nice to have sex in the middle of the day as a wimp cleans your patio, I thought wistfully. My stomach gave another sad, little rumble and I looked at my watch to see that it was now 3pm. I was starving, but nothing more had been mentioned about me having anything for lunch.

Vivien and Steve were fucking for about forty five minutes. And from the sounds she was making it was obvious that Steve was a very talented lover. I tried to keep focussed on making the tiles look brand new, but it wasn’t easy. I could feel my cock harden as they both let out primal cries of pleasure.

Another hour passed before Vivien came outside with a sandwich and a glass of tap water.

“Here you are wimp. The bread is a few days past its best, I was going to throw it out but I thought you could eat it instead, no point it going to waste is there?”

“No Vivien, thank you.”

“You’re welcome wimp, its just a cheese sandwich but should keep you going.” She looked around with a pleased look on her face, “Its looking good out here, how much longer do you think it’ll take you?”

“Probably another three hours, it is much harder doing it manually.”

“Well I’m glad you’re here doing it, otherwise it would never have got done.” She started to walk back into the house after handing me the cheese sandwich. “Let me know when you’re finished out here and then you can get started on the chores inside the house. Steve has gone out to meet some friends and I’m going to have a bath.”

I munched the cheese sandwich down greedily. The bread was stale and there was nothing other than cheese in it, so it wasn’t the best meal I’d ever eaten, but I was so starving I would have eaten anything.

Darkness started to descend as I was cleaning the last few tiles. My arms were aching, my back was killing me from all the bending over but I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. I kept going and was so happy when I had finally finished. I was hoping that I might be able to have a drink and something else to eat and maybe, just maybe the chores inside the house could wait for another day.

Vivien had other plans though,

“No, you already had the cheese sandwich and we don’t have any other food that I’m happy wasting on you.” I looked down at my feet sadly, I couldn’t believe that she could be so spiteful and cruel to someone who had spent the whole day working for her for free.

“Yes of course Vivien, I understand, sorry to ask.”

“That’s okay wimp, I don’t mind you asking. Do you have any food at home?” She asked me.

“I have some leftovers yes.” I replied.

“Good, well if you get the chores done here then you can go home and eat those leftovers. I’m sure you’ll be done in a few hours time.” I looked sadly at the list of chores she had given me: “Polish the kitchen counters, clean the oven, hoover the whole house, organise the fridge, sort out the laundry, scrub the entire bathroom clean, polish our shoes etc…” I then looked at the clock, it was already 7pm, I didn’t think I’d be done before midnight.

There was no time for self-pity though, I tried to be cheerful about the situation and started on the kitchen. Its amazing what you can achieve if you try to have a positive attitude. To be fair, if I didn’t have a positive attitude I think I would have simply bawled my eyes out at that moment.

I didn’t get back home till one in the morning. My body was completely worn out and once again my stomach was furious with me that so little food had passed my lips all day. I quickly ate some left over lasagne and collapsed into bed. The one positive from this day packed full of chores was that it had taken my mind off how much I missed Carla. I looked at my phone to see if she had texted me. They would have landed about eight hours ago but she hadn’t thought to let me know they’d arrived safely. I hadn’t checked my phone since morning but even so, nobody had sent me any texts in all that time. I was convinced that Carla hadn’t thought about me at all.

So, as I lay in my lonely bed in my cold, sad flat. My body was broken, my heart was sick and the tears came easily to my eyes. I remembered what my therapist Serena had advised me to focus on when times were tough. She had told me to keep sacrificing, to keep my mind trained on the fact that I sacrifice so that Carla is happy.

As I started to drift off to sleep I repeated the words to myself, “I sacrifice, I sacrifice, I sacrifice for Carla.” It helped. It gave me a certain peace, a certain calmness as I drifted off to sleep.

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