So here it is, Chapter Six. John finally meets Ryan and enters what feels like a new phase of life. It's enough to make you feel sorry for the poor guy. ;)

Hope you all enjoy.

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Chapter Six

24th November 2015

By morning I felt I had changed my mind. This was too much for me, I was crying every single night, I could barely sleep. I was ignoring my parents calls, I was struggling to eat properly. And it was becoming more and more clear that Carla was just using me. She was sleeping with Ryan, she wasn’t going to stop sleeping with him. And she expected me to be her little houseboy. It was ridiculous, as difficult as it was going to be, I had to put a stop to it. I was going to lie in for a bit, try and catch up on all the sleep deprivation I’d suffered over the last couple of weeks. Then once I was well rested I’d tell Carla that it was over. Maybe I’d just break up with her by text, see how she liked that. And then the phone rang, and surprise surprise it was her.

“Rise and shine John!” She spoke in a sing song voice.

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“Hi Carla.” I replied, unable to know what the right thing to say was.

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“You need to get your ass over here John, we’d like breakfast in bed.”

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“Errrrr….ummmm…but….” This was the moment I should have said no, but I just couldn’t bring myself to say that word. “Yes Carla, I’ll be right over.”

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“Good boy.” She chuckled, “Pick us up some pastries and some coffee then serve it to us….oh and you’ll be quite busy tidying up today, Ryan and I made quite the mess last night.” There was more laughter, I could hear that Ryan was joining in now.

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“Yes Carla” I said, my bruised male ego being brought down another peg.

So I found myself running down the street to the shop wondering how I’d got myself in the position where not only had I not broken up with Carla but I was actually rushing to fetch her and Ryan breakfast in bed. Every so often I’d look down at my watch and quicken my pace, I just didn’t want Carla to have to wait too long for her breakfast. God…what had she turned me into?

I picked up two coffees and three pastries. I was feeling pretty hungry myself so thought that I could have one of them after I’d served Carla and Ryan theirs. I approached Carla’s place quickly before the reality of what was happening hit me. I was going to come face to face with Ryan, the guy who was sleeping with Carla. A sudden sickness entered my stomach and a shame entered my heart. And six words kept going round my head, nothing I did could dislodge them, “His cock has been inside her.” My innocent, perfect, angelic, sweet, lovely, amazing Carla…and HIS cock has been inside her.

I had to hold onto a wall to steady myself, it felt like the world was spinning a little. That familiar feeling of betrayal and inadequacy washed over me. And as I looked around the street all I could see, as if the world was taunting me and mocking my pain, were happy couples. I spotted four couples at that very moment. Some holding hands, one guy had his arm round his girlfriend, one couple laughing together. They were all young, full of joy and hope. And, you know what, the guys were probably able to have their cocks inside their girlfriends. I shook my head, trying to stop the self-pity. Ultimately I wanted to make sure Carla was happy, at this moment that is what I genuinely wanted. I just needed to forget about stupid Ryan and I needed to do what Carla had asked of me. And right now she wanted to have breakfast in bed.

I opened the door to her flat, grabbed a couple of plates to put the pastries on and with a deep breath I knocked on her bedroom door.

“Come in” Carla said and as if on auto-pilot I entered.

The sight that greeted me was, as I thought it would be, heart-breaking. Carla was obviously naked under the duvet, her breasts were almost peeking out at the top of the duvet. Her soft, milky, luxurious skin almost made me swoon. And there was Ryan, his chest on display, his firm muscles in evidence and his arm round Carla. He wore a smug, satisfied smirk on his face.

“Put our pastries down on the side tables John!” Carla ordered sharply. No “hello”, no “please” and certainly no “thank you” when I had done as she asked. I looked around the room and they had made a bit of a mess, but it could have been worse. Clothes were scattered everywhere, an empty bottle of wine on the floor.

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“Start cleaning this stuff up then you can do the rest of the apartment.” Carla demanded and then turned her attention back to Ryan. The two of them kissed briefly and then Carla nestled her head in his chest contentedly as they watched me clean up after them.

I found their eyes fixed on me to be very off-putting. I felt exposed, vulnerable and on display. But I tried to put that to the back of my mind as I scurried around the room. Folding shirts, taking underwear to the washing machine.

“Oh my god, is he going to do my laundry too?” Ryan asked Carla with a look of disbelief on his face.

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“Of course he will babe, he’s wrapped round my little finger.”

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“I can’t believe it.” Ryan said, “he would actually wash my boxers for me, after what we did last night.”

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“Ryan, if I told him to hand wash your boxers, he’d do it.” Carla spoke with a malicious grin on her face.

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“No, no way! He can’t be that pathetic.”

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“You want to bet?” Carla asked.

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“Yeah, no guy would do that.”

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“Okay, if he does it then I want you to skip practice tomorrow so we can go out to that new fancy restaurant together.” Carla said.

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“And if he doesn’t then we get to try that sex position I was telling you about.”

I tried to ignore their flirtatious banter but I did see Carla role her eyes at that comment of Ryans. I was on auto-pilot tidying up the room until I suddenly heard the snap of Carla’s fingers. She’d never clicked her fingers at me before but it immediately got my attention. It was like an electric shock passed through my body.

“John, go and hand-wash Ryan’s boxers, make them nice and clean for him!” Her voice was much colder and sharper than it had been when joking around with Ryan.

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“Ummmmm…errrrr…” I didn’t know what to say, I was overwhelmed with embarrassment as I looked at both of their grinning faces.

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“Do it now and do it well!” She ordered and that was all it took.

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“Yes Carla.” And with that, I picked up the boxers and made my way to the bathroom sink. I could hear the laughter behind me which I tried desperately to block out of my head. The last thing I heard before turning the taps on was,

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“Don’t worry baby, we can still try that sex position you were telling me about, it sounds hot!”

I picked a couple of his pubes out of the boxers and then started to hand wash them with detergent. My only focus was to do a good job for Carla. “It’s all for Carla…everything for Carla.” Kept going round my head. I just wanted to pretend that I wasn’t doing this for Ryan. “Everything I do is for Carla.”

The water was hot on my hands as I ensured I washed the underwear as thoroughly as possible, I then rinsed it and hung it up to dry before returning to the bedroom.

“Carla, I’ve finished washing Ryan’s underwear and I’ve hung them up, it should take about 3 hours to dry.”

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“Well don’t tell me, tell him.” She indicated to her lover.

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“Oh, ummm, sorry” I turned to Ryan and really struggled to make eye contact with the obviously superior man. “I’ve ummmm..finished washing your boxers, I’ve hung them up and they should be ready in about 3 hours.”

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“My god you really are a wimp.” Ryan commented bringing laughter from Carla.

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“Umm….sorry.” I couldn’t think of what else to say.

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“Heh, I’m not complaining, it’ll be nice to have someone cleaning up after us, but man, this is crazy…. I mean you love her right?” He asked me straight.

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“Ummmm…yeah” My face went bright red.

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“And from what Carla has said you’ve never even slept together?” Carla and Ryan were both staring me as he put me on the spot. God I wanted the ground to swallow me up. I could feel my face burning with shame.

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“No we haven’t.”

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“So you love Carla, you’ve never had sex with her, and yet you’re willing to wash my boxers, knowing full well that I’m fucking her.”

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“I just want Carla to be happy.” I could see Carla smiling broadly as I said this.

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“Well that’s very good of you, but it’s not going to be quite enough.” Ryan told me, “if you want to stick around then you’ll have to make me happy too. Understood?”

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“Yes” I replied sadly, only able to look at the floor by now.

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“Well tell Ryan what you’re going to do!” Carla demanded condescendingly.

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“I will make you happy as well as making Carla happy.”

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“Good wimp, that’s what I like to hear.” Ryan said cheerfully, “now go turn the shower on for me and then you can get back to your chores.”

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“Oh it turns me on so much to see you bossing him around baby.” Carla purred.

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“Well that’s an incentive to keep doing it!” Ryan leaned over and kissed Carla roughly. Nothing like the kisses that she occasionally let me give her. No quick peck on the lips for Ryan, he got a deep, passionate kiss with tongues as well as obvious lust on both sides. For what felt like the fiftieth time that morning I felt that familiar mixture of jealousy, self-pity and loneliness.

But no time to wallow, I went to the bathroom, started Ryan’s shower and as I was leaving the room he entered, completely naked and with no shame at all. His cock was impressively large, even though he was not fully erect. As it was, it seemed much larger than mine, even when mine was fully hard.

“Getting a good look are you?” He taunted me, having caught me looking.

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“No…ummm…sorry.”

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“I bet you’ve never seen one this big, have you?” He asked

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“No, I haven’t.” I replied quietly, barely able to get the words out.

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“Well I’m sure for a wimp like you, its very impressive. I must say, your girlfriend sure seems to like the size.” He threw the word ‘girlfriend’ at me with a mocking grin.

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“Yes, I’m sure she does.” Once again, I had no idea how to respond to his confident masculinity.

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“Well anyway, out of my way wimp, the man of the house wants his shower. And it better be piping hot, just the way I like it.”

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“It is Ryan.”

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“Good, now go back to your chores.”

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And like the scared little wimp I was, I ran back to the bedroom to finish picking up after the young, hot couple. I couldn’t believe how quickly he had got comfortable with calling me ‘wimp’. Just like at school I thought ruefully. I had hoped I’d put those days behind me, but obviously not. Except this time I was being called wimp in front of the girl I loved.

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I finished tidying the bedroom then cleaned up the rest of the apartment. Washing up empty dishes, fluffing up the cushions on the sofa, doing a bit of dusting. By the time I’d finished the two of them had finished getting ready. Fully showered, dressed immaculately, they gave off such an aura of being a true power couple. The kind of people nobody would mess with.

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“Good job with the cleaning, this place looks positively sparkling.” Carla smiled at me.

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“Thank you.” I beamed inwardly at the compliment.

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“Right I should probably be getting to class.” Ryan said and Carla agreed.

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“Why don’t you drop us off at the lecture hall John and then you can go back home.” She phrased it as a question but I didn’t really have a choice in the matter. They had already grabbed their bags and were on their way out the door. I grabbed the extra pastry, slightly frustrated that I hadn’t had time to eat it yet as my hunger was starting to build.

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I opened the car door for Carla in the way that she had come to expect of me and then was about to get in the driving seat when Ryan stopped me,

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“What about my door? You’re not going to open my door for me too?” He asked. I couldn’t believe he could be so entitled that he expected me to open his car door for him. But obviously I just apologised and rushed round to do as he demanded.

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“Better!” He smirked at me. He was about to slide into the backseat next to Carla when he noticed the pastry I had in my hand. “I didn’t realise you’d got three pastries, that’ll be great for a snack if I get peckish later on. Thanks wimp.” I stood their open mouthed as he took my breakfast and slid into the back seat. He didn’t even bother to close the door, so good little Johnny did that for him. God sometimes I hate how spineless I am.

I was mostly ignored as I drove the two of them to class. They talked about their different subjects. They were clearly very passionate and interested in their areas of study. And almost all of what they talked about, went straight over my head. At that moment not only did I feel physically and mentally inferior to Ryan, but his intellectual superiority seemed obvious as well. Another little bruise to my ego to go along with the thousand other bruises.

My stomach started rumbling ten minutes into the drive which drew chuckles from Carla and Ryan.

“Poor boy, are you hungry?” Carla asked teasingly.

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“Yes I am a bit.” I replied as my stomach gave another loud growl.

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“It was so mean of Ryan to take your breakfast from you, wasn’t it?”

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“Ummmm…I guess so.” I responded

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“You think that was mean? You think I’m mean? You wait till you really see how mean I can be boy!” Ryan snapped at me and I froze with fear.

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“Errrrr….I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to say.”

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“That might have been my fault, naughty Carla.” Carla said with another sadistic smile on her face, “god John, you really do sound like a wimp when Ryan is being sharp with you. Such a beautiful contrast between the two of you.”

We didn’t speak for the rest of the journey, I dropped them off outside the lecture hall. I opened the doors for both of them and they walked to class hand in hand. They didn’t even say goodbye to me.

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