Chapter Thirteen

19th of March 2016

I sat in the car outside Serena’s place, transferring money into her account on my phone. I didn’t want to risk forgetting later on. She is always so nice and caring to me but there was something in her that made me think she wasn’t someone to cross. I confirmed the transfer of $75, money that Carla had allowed me to spend on my therapy sessions. Once the transfer had gone through I started the engine and headed back to Carla’s to continue with her packing.

I got back and found Ryan sat on the couch watching TV.

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“Hey buddy” he taunted me, he often called me buddy which in a way felt more embarrassing than the actual insults because it highlighted how I didn’t really have any friends, I spent all my time with people who just used me. “Had a good time at therapy?”

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“Yes thanks.” I said as I started to pick up empty cans of beer that littered the floor.

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“Good boy” he smirked as I bent over to pick up a can. “I like seeing you picking up my empties, makes me feel like the fucking king.” I ignored him and just carried on my work. “I don’t understand how Carla lets you spend so much money on therapy though” Ryan looked at me severely, “I mean 75 bucks a session, on your ‘mental health’, I told her I could get a nice new pair of jeans for the cost of one session.”

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“I’m sorry.”

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“You think that would be a better use of money right? I mean whatever happens in those sessions you’re still going to be our sad little loser right? Your life is always going to suck right?”

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“I guess so” I sighed.

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“Well, she tells me it’ll work out for us in the long run. Anyway, fetch me another beer and grab the footstool, I don’t know where it is but if you can’t find it then you’ll be my footstool.”

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I rushed to do his bidding, bringing him back a cold beer and placing the footstool under his feet.

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“You know wimp I really am looking forward to this trip with Carla. I could do with a bit of a break from work. I wish I could stay the whole 3 weeks out there with her, but the arsehole dean wouldn’t allow it.” He took a swig of his beer, “Well at least we have a week together. God I have to tell you that girl is an absolute firecracker.” I winced, I hated when he talked about Carla in a sexual way, “I know, I know to you she’s a pretty princess but when she’s alone the things she does for me and the things she wants to do for me is absolutely crazy. She just cannot get enough of my cock.”

I stood there stupidly, not knowing what to say, trying to think of anything other than Carla and Ryan naked together.

“You know those times where you’ll be doing some little bitch boy chore and Carla will get that look in her eye where she just wants me, she tells you to fuck off home. I promise you, within two minutes of you closing the door, her tongue is coating the head of my cock in saliva.” He grinned up at me, I thought I was going to cry. I tried to remember what Serena told me about sacrificing for Carla’s happiness but it was tough. Especially with Ryan’s smug, arrogant face grinning up at me.

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“Get back to your packing cuck!”

I scurried away like the scared mouse I had become. I was in the bedroom gently folding their clothes and putting them in the suitcases when I heard the front door open. I stopped what I was doing to hear if it was Carla coming home. Sure enough I could hear soft voices and a little bit of kissing coming from the lounge. I stopped folding clothes, knowing that I was about to be summoned.

“Wimp, come here!” Carla called out. As I entered the room she turned to me, “I want a glass of water, a glass of white wine and then get the massage cream, I need a foot massage.”

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“Tough day sweetie?” Ryan asked.

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“Yeah it was.” Carla leaned in closer to her lover with a pout showing on her beautiful face. “We had our final meeting before the Alaska assignment, and the others wouldn’t back down. They want me to be involved in the actual collection of data in the field and not just the interpretation back at the base.”

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“I’m sorry.” Ryan said, kissing her head gently.

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“And then they claimed that I wasn’t displaying proper dedication to the project. But that’s ridiculous, I work my ass off going through all the related papers all the relevant research, learning the statistical methods for analysing the data, I just don’t think the actual grunt work should be done by me.”

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“I think our houseboy over here might have spoiled you a bit.” Ryan tried to lighten the mood but Carla didn’t laugh.

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“Did I not give you an order!” She turned her attention to me with fire behind her eyes.

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“Sorry” I rushed off to get her drinks and then the massage cream.

Once I was back in the room, I got on my knees, took off Carla’s socks and started to rub the cream into her soft feet. The slight scent of sweat that came from her feet started to excite me a bit. Giving me some sense that I got to be around Carla in a more intimate way than other people. Then I thought how pathetic that made me. Ryan gets to have her suck his cock, gets to be inside her, gets to make her scream with pleasure and I get excited by the smell of her foot sweat.

“Oh that’s good.” Carla smiled and I swelled with pride. “I had thought about bringing the little wimp along with us, could be useful to have him serving us in the evenings once I’ve finished with my work.”

“Awww, but he’d ruin the mood, this is our holiday, just the two of us. Besides where would he sleep, doesn’t the accommodation only have one bedroom.”

“We could just kick him outside at night. Who cares if it’s below freezing?” The two of them laughed, I lowered my eyes with sorrow.

“You wouldn’t mind would you wimp?” Ryan asked, giving my face a not so gentle nudge with his foot.

“Errrr….no Ryan, I wouldn’t mind.”

“I bet your love for me would keep you warm.” Carla mocked.

“Yes Carla. I wish I could come with you and do all the things you don’t want to deal with.”

“Ah well, it can’t be helped. Anyway we’ve had so many of our friends asking to be able to use you while we’re away. I think they’re pretty jealous of how much you do for us. So you’re going to be a busy little slave while we’re away.”

“Yes Carla.” Damn, there goes my hopes of a bit of a break.

“I’ve written a little schedule for you of who wants to use you on which days, but if anyone calls you up, you have to make time to serve them too. I like being generous to my friends and if they want to make use of my slave, then they can.”

“Yes Carla”

“God imagine having so little backbone that you’d put up being talked to like this.” Ryan said incredulously.

“Oh he does whatever the fuck I want.”

“What about whatever I want? Would he do whatever I want?” Ryan asked Carla.

“Why don’t you ask him?” Carla smirked at me.

“Oi wimp! Would you do anything that I wanted?” Ryan asked me sharply.

“Ummmm…I don’t know.” I spoke without looking up at him, focussing on Carla’s feet.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” He leaned forward with a slight hint of anger in his voice, “Look at me!” My heart quickened with fear as I looked up at him. His eyes narrowed with a cruel intensity, no hint of a smile on his face. I could see Carla’s expression change into one of lust and desire as she watched her strong, confident lover express his dominance over me.

“I want you to tell me that you’d do whatever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I want.” He raised his voice slightly and my hair stood up on the back of my neck, my mouth went dry.

“But…but…I…what do you mean whatever…”

“What the fuck do you think I mean? I mean anything. Prepare me a special meal even when your special ‘girlfriend’ is away, learn a new skill that I want to take advantage of, hell if I want you to lick my balls, suck my cock you fucking do it, understand?”

“No, I don’t want to do that.” I said, calmly and clearly. The image of sucking this asshole’s cock was too much for me. I felt a moment of strength wash over me as I told him no. I almost smiled with relief at the feeling that I could say no to him. I hadn’t thought that it was possible.

The room went quiet for a long time. They both stared at me for about twenty seconds, which felt like a life time. As time went on that feeling of confidence and strength started to drift away. The clock ticked away and nobody said a word. A lump formed in my throat, I had no idea what to say, what to do. God, a moment ago I was so confident, I had a moment of self respect, I felt like I had a shred of dignity to hang onto. Now I just felt vulnerable and alone.

“I’m sorry.” I looked at Ryan in the eyes and gave an honest and heartfelt apology, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I would do whatever you want.” They both stayed silent and the intensity of their gaze seemed to beat down upon me. I couldn’t maintain eye contact, my eyes dropped to the ground. “Please I’m really sorry.” I said again.

“Go, get the cane.” Ryan said calmly.

“Please I’m really sorry, it wont happen again.”

“Did you not hear him? Get the cane!” Carla interjected and off I ran to retrieve the horrible instrument of pain and suffering.

“Strip naked and touch your toes!” Ryan ordered. I did as I was told and made sure that I stayed still in the position. There was no warm up, no warning, he unleashed hell on my ass immediately.

“YOU…WILL…SHOW…ME…RESPECT” Each word punctuated by a vicious strike to my ass. “YOU…WILL…OBEY…ME.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” I whined, “Please.”

“You will be sorry wimp!”

The beating continued for another ten minutes, I was left sobbing and distraught. But my fingers stayed touching my toes and I didn’t budge from my position. I could see Carla sipping her wine without a care in the world. My suffering meant nothing to her.

“You will learn respect for me wimp” Ryan told me as he walked round to face me. I remained bent over as I hadn’t been told to stand up. “When I give an order, from now on I want you to respond with a respectful “Yes Sir!” Understood?”

“Yes Sir”

“Good! Lets give you another 20 with the cane and then you can get back to giving my girl her foot massage, understood?” I knew that he emphasised the words, “my girl” to hurt me, but I was in no position to complain.

My shoulders slumped and I responded with the only words I could, “Yes Sir.”

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