Breaking in a Husband

John winces as his ass in pinched for the third time that day as he passes through the office. The offender and her two friends titter as he turns instinctively to look back at them. She winks at him, and he quickly turns back and keeps walking.

There’s no one to complain to. If he goes to HR, they’ll let him know it’s a ‘occupational hazard,’ that he should go back to the kitchen if he didn’t want this kind of attention, that he should be grateful for the job in the first place. And John had no interest in kicking up a fuss, not when he was so close to victory.

Besides being one of the few men in the workforce, John is the first man running for public office, and he just might win the seat. Despite the rumors he was part of the radical group of so-called ‘Equalists,’ and despite the fact that married men lose the right to vote the second they get a ring on their finger, most single men have thrown their support to him.

He’s turned into quite the celebrity, or sideshow depending on who you ask. And part of his campaign is proving that men can function in the workplace.

There are downsides to his status, a giant target was planting on his back the second he had his first television interview. He was mocked by the women constantly, and sexually harassed daily. He tells himself it will all be worth it once he has the power he needs to eradicate the barbaric laws that hold him and other men down.

He lays the papers on the desk of his boss, Jennifer. Tall, curvy, with thick red hair, piled up on her head, with a youthful glow that her position has yet to have stolen from her. She’s wealthy, extraordinarily so, the daughter of the CEO running this branch for something to do. But she was always the kindest to him. “Rough day?” She asks him sympathetically.

“Pretty normal. So yes,” he laughs.

“Listen, why don’t you come over tonight, and we can talk about things about the workplace that would make things more… comfortable for you.”

“Really?” John perks up.

“Of course. I heard you’re up in the polls this week. Looks like you could take this thing. And when you do, they’ll be a dozen more of you crawling around. Might as well figure out this out now.” John winces at the way she describes men in the office. Oh well. Changing minds takes time. And it’s not like he can turn down her request.

She scribbles an address onto a sticky note and hands it off to him. “You have a car? Drive here after work. I’ll have drinks and seem if I can find something for us to eat.” John got a car when he couldn’t stand taking the bus anymore. Seeing those men with collars, some with leashes attaching them to their wives. It was too much.

After work he drives to her house, in a wealthy suburb. She welcomes him in with a wide smile and two drinks in her hand. She passes one-off to him and ushers him to the couch. “Sit, sit. Let’s chat.’ John, ever ready and polished, begins his talking points.

“Well, I think having a male HR representative will really make male employees feel-”

“Oh, not that stuff. I want to talk about you.” Jennifer sits back on the couch and lights a cigarette. “You’re fascinating. Really. The balls it takes do what you’re doing. It’s really remarkable.” John blushes and shrugs.

“Just trying to make the world a better place, in whatever way I can.”

“But you must have quite a lot of support. Drink, please.” She urges, taking a sip of her own glass. John complies, taking a mouthful of the fruity beverage. “Not a lot of people would throw their money at someone like you. I did, of course. Donate, I mean. I’ve always been very involved in politics. But to kick-start a campaign takes a bit of influence. Who helped you?”

John shifts uncomfortably and takes a bigger drink to steady himself. “Just some friends.” The quiet rumors that swirled around him were true. Equalists, a group of single men and a few women fighting for radical change had pulled their money together to get his campaign going, but this all had to be done in intense secret. Their extreme beliefs and most of their activities were illegal, and if they were identified they’d be married off as fast as lightning and it would all be over.

“Some friends,” Jennifer repeats with a smile. “Well that’s wonderful I’d love to meet them someday.” She takes another sip and John mirrors her, finishing his drink. “Now, tell me your ideas for the office. You were saying a male HR representative would be helpful.”

“Yes, and maybe a suggestion box…” John trails off, rubbing his forehead, suddenly feeling very light headed. “I’m sorry, I’m usually not such a light weight.”

“That’s surprising. Men usually are. One cocktail and they’re stumbling over their own feet. It’s hilarious.” She stands and set’s her drink down. “But you can never be sure. So I gave yours an extra kick.” John stands but his knees buckle and he’s forced back down. “Yes stay down. Your superior is talking to you. In more ways than one.”

“You’re not my superior,” John slurs out, the drug loosening his tongue to say his true feelings instead of meekly accepting degradation.

“There he is. The little boy who thinks he’s special because he got some validation from some other delusional little boys. Well, we’ll put a stop to that soon enough.”

“What are you going to do to me?” John feels himself slipping into sleep as he desperately tries to cling to conciousness.

“You’ll see. Rest up now. It’s a very big day tomorrow.” John finally blacks out and slips off the couch.

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“Let me go! Damn it, let me go! You can’t do this!”

“Well, we both know that’s not true, so let’s not be silly. Now calm down, you’ll wrinkle your suit.” John had woken up in the back of Jen’s car in a white suit with his wrists and ankles bound in ropes.

“This is barbaric! Evil! You crazy fucking bitch!”

“You just earned a gag during the ceremony. Are you happy now?” John keeps struggling to get the ropes off, but it’s more for show than for anything else. Everything she is doing is perfectly legal, and he would be brought right back to her if he tried to run.

When they arrive at the court-house, Jen gets out to talk to the security guard. ‘Gender traitor,’ John thinks bitterly. When she’s finished talking, the guard comes, opens the car door and hauls John out to carry him over his shoulder. Once he’s slung over like a bag of flour, Jen plucks a red ball gag out of her purse and locks it around his head. “Alright, carry on.” The two, or now three, of them march up the stairs, through the halls and into the marriage certificate waiting room. The security guard drops John into the chair and Jen sits next to him after checking herself in.

John looks around the room to the different couples. There are one or two couples who seem to be genuinely in love, and a few others in various levels of bondage, though they aren’t fighting much. In any area of a marriage, men have absolutely no say, including who marry in the first place. If a woman can wrestle her potential partner to the courthouse, the law will recognize it as perfectly valid. Not every marriage is done this way, but many women gush about the thrill of the ‘chase.’

While John takes in the room, Jen rests her hand on John’s knee, and ever so slowly slides it up his leg. “Almost time,” she purrs into his ear, making him shiver. Her hand begins to creep between his legs. “And then I get to uncover that thick co-”

“Jennifer Pratt?”

“Present!” Jen stands and signals for the guard for help. He quickly cuts the ropes keeping John’s ankles together so he can walk, and the couple enter a small room where an official waits.

“Another less than happy couple,” She quips, and the two women have a laugh over John’s head. “Here, we keep these for ‘surprise’ ceremonies.” She pulls out a flower crown and presses it down over John’s curly black hair. She strokes John’s cheek. “Adorable.” He jerks his head away angrily. “And unbroken. How fun.”

The official presents the documents, and John watches helplessly as all of his assets and legal rights are signed over to his former boss. A few words are exchanged, not between John and Jennifer, of course, just the judge and the captor, and *poof,* John is now officially property.

Jennifer thanks the official and then pulls John out of the courthouse and back to the car. John sits in silence, both forced and pointed at the same time, as they drive out of town. “We’re going to Hindenburg Hideaway. The most popular honeymoon destination in the city.” John snorts. It’s popular because they specialize in unwilling husbands. One of his first acts as city councilman would be to get the place torn down.

When they arrive outside the gaudy, pink place, John is immediately pulled out of the car by two muscular women in hotel uniforms. He looks at his new owner, confused. “I’m meeting some girlfriends for celebratory cocktails, she explains as her chauffeur gets her bags out of the car. “They’ll get you all set up in our room.” She gives him a kiss on the cheek and struts through the hotels main entrance.

John’s ankles are tied again and he’s placed on the luggage cart next to Jennifer’s bag, and is brought in through a side entrance to an elevator. He tugs at his bonds and whines, but they ignore him, talking over his head. “I know we aren’t supposed to take photos of the guests, but this is too much!”

“I bet if you sell these to the Tattler, it will be an exclusive.”

“Politician married off! And by surprise, too!” They chuckle.

In the room waiting for them is two more women. His hands are unbound but they move with suprising efficiency as he is stripped completely naked and forced on a table with restraints that lock his hands above his head and his feet together at the other end. One of the women removes his gag. “Do you have a statement you’d like to make, councilman?” The girls laugh at this.

“When I’m free, I’ll make you all regret-”

The woman grabs his jaw and forces a large ring gag into his mouth. Several photos are snapped of the bound man on cell phones before they get back to work. John feels something cold and sticky being placed on his nipples, down his stomach, on his bare cock. The show him the can. “Whipped cream. You’ll be the dessert tonight.” He makes a sound of protest through his gag. “Now just sit tight. I’m sure your wife will be back soon. Don’t go anywhere!” The women laugh as they leave, leaving John bound and gagged alone.

He tilts his head back to see his honeymoon suite. There’s a heart-shaped jacuzzi and a bed covered in rose petals. All with their own sets of restraints. He tries to wiggle out, but it’s no use. He’s forced to lay on his uncomfortable wooden table until his new wife returns.

“Look at you! Ready for me to gobble you up!”

“Hmmmm!” He grunts in displeasure.

“Hush. Desserts, and husbands, are to remain silent.” She comes up next to him and brings her head down right to his nipple.

She lewdly licks the whipped cream off, and John gives an involuntary moan. “Oh, you’re a sensitive boy, aren’t you?” She bites his erect nipple to make him howl. “What a sweet treat.” She runs her tongue over his nipples over and over, and up and down his bare chest and stomach. She grabs the can and poises it over his mouth.

“Breath through your nose,” she instructs, before filling his gaping mouth, his jaw aching from the strain. She lets it sit for a minute before engulfing him in a kiss, scooping out the cream with her tongue, John’s own tongue being caught in the struggle. Their first kiss together, he realizes.

She sloppily French kisses him, getting all the cream from his mouth. “Delicious.” Then she finally moves on to his penis, with a dollop of cream on top. “Now look at this big boy!” She sticks out her tongue and licks it, making John buck at the sensation. “Tell me, hubby. Has anyone tried his cock?”

John makes angry, insulted sounds, trying to work his hands and feet free. “Don’t lie to me, slut. I know that little whore you’ve been running around with. Kerri.” John freezes. How could she know? “Oh yes. The little gender traitor brat who has been funding your campaign.” Kerri’s mother was rich. Very rich. When her political views came to light she had to go into hiding, and she and John started a relationship.

“You’re going to tell me where she is, and where the rest of your little friends are. You lost souls need to be taught your place.” John shakes his head, furious, until Jennifer begins licking the cream off his cock again, making him moan. “Does my little slut like having his dick sucked?”

“Hmm ummmphhh!” John grunts in disagreement, despite the fact that he’s rocking his hips in trying to achieve orgasm. He screams in pain as she removes her tongue and slaps his dick. “Do you like getting your dick sucked you dirty whore!” She snaps, and she nods, afraid of getting hit again.

She smirks and goes back to licking, pausing to speak in an agonizingly slow way. “That’s very good. Because when you’re a good boy, you’ll get lots of treats like this.” She runs her mouth up and down along his member until he feels himself getting ready to cum.

“Hmmm, hmmmm!” He moans, ready to burst.

“Ready, baby? Gonna cum for your wife?” John arches his back, but right before he can finish, she gives him a hard WACK on the balls, making him twist and scream in pain.

“Not yet,” she chuckles, watching him writhing on the table. “We still have so much to do.” He pants, his bare and sensitive chest rising and falling rapidly. She runs her hand across it, tweaking his nipples as she does.

“So sticky and messy. I can’t fuck you like this! I’m going to clean you off and get you all ready for your wedding night. We can pretend that you’re a blushing virgin, even though we both know you’re a dirty slut.” John glared at her, ready to fight the second the bonds were off.

But instead of untying him, she heads over to the mini fridge and pulls out a small blue vial of liquid. “They really do think of everything here,” she chuckles. She pops the cap and pours the practically glowing liquid down his throat. He’s unable to block it with his gag and is forced to swallow so he doesn’t choke. Immediately black creeps into his vision and he passes out.

When he wakes he’s bound again, this time on the silky bed. He’s spread eagle, wide and tight. He notices he feels much less sticky and, more importantly, his gag is off.

“Help!” He shouts, lifting his head. “Someone help me!”

“Who’s going to help you? You don’t need any help,” Jennifer said, emerging from the bathroom. She’s dressed in an almost completely sheer red nightgown that barely covers her private parts, and she’s very clearly not wearing anything underneath. She approaches the bed and runs her fingers down the smooth sheets, inching closer to his bare leg. “A scared boy on his wedding night? The hotel is full of them. This city is full of them. And will be full of them for years and years to come.”

“Not when I get out of here! I’ll fix it! Forced marriages need to be illegal!”

“No, no, no. See, this is why we need them. Look at you! So irrational. So angry. So wild. You forgot how the world you live in works already! This is why you need a wife to guide you. And some silly boys, like yourself, get so busy with bullshit that they never have the time to find that special woman to hold your leash. So we have to take matters into our own hands. It’s just how it needs to be.”

“You’re crazy! My friends will find me! Kerri will-” Jennifer reaches up and grips his chin to tightly to stops his mouth and he whimpers in pain.

“If that girl ever shows her face, you’re both going to wish she hadn’t. Women who lower themselves to the level of men make themselves lower than men, and I will make sure she knows her place.” She holds him for a second longer, then releases him.

“Now, no more unpleasant talk. Let’s put that mouth to good use, shall we?” She crawls up onto the bed, and John braces for the forcible penetration, but instead she crawls up by his head.

“You’re going to put that mouth to good use. No more running it to the press, talking about how hard your life is being a man and how you deserve more. You’re just going to use it to please your wife.” As John struggles, Jennifer places one knee on either side of his head, giving him full view of her bare pussy.

“You’re going to lick and then you’ll get to breath. If I feel your teeth, I’ll whip you until you bleed.” John has seen the results of husband whippings, and knew she wasn’t joking.

She lowers herself down onto his face, and suddenly he’s suffocated by her slit. “Hmmmm! Hmmm!” He cries, trying to get her off so he can take a deep breath.

“No, no, no,” She sighs, gently moving her hips back and forth, stimulating herself on his face. “I’ll come off when I cum. As lovely as your nose is, I bet you can help this go faster.” He tries to shake her off, but finally, desperately, he begins to lick and stimulate her pussy with his tongue. The effect is immediate. “Oh my God,” she moans, gripping the headboard and moving even faster across his face. He sticks his tongue deep inside of her, aiming for her clit to get her off quickly. “Keep going! Harder!” She orders.

John gasps as he knees squeeze his head, and he goes faster, afraid she’ll pop his head like a balloon. She’s practically screaming now, cursing and praising him, calling him a slut and a ‘good boy.’ Just before she finishes, she grabs his hair and shoved him deeper, bucking her hips wildly. “Yes, yes, YES!” She howls, cumming hard on his face.

She releases his hair to let his head drop, and she falls back lazily. “Fuck,” she sighs, running her hands through her hair. John tries to wipe his face off onto the pillow. He feels sticky and disgusting, but his cock twitches in delight, betraying him. “That was amazing. We will be doing that quite a bit.” John doesn’t respond, hoping that this night will be over soon.

Jennifer, though, doesn’t climb off the bed, but simple scoots back. “I think I’m not the only person who liked that. Is my slut’s cock ready for some attention?” She carefully positions herself over the slowly hardening member and slides herself down on it.

John gasps as he’s fully taken in by Jennifer. He and Keri had done it a few times, but she was always gentle, careful. Jennifer rode him like a horse, and while it was humiliating, it also brought him intense pleasure. He moaned, ready to shoot and Jennifer’s breasts bounced in the most appealing way in front of him. His fantasy is broken though when she gives his hip a hard slap.

“Tell me that you belong under me!” She orders. “Tell me men are made to be fine led by women.” John hisses in pain.

“No!” He snaps back, trying to be defiant as his hips rise to meet his wife slamming her pussy down onto him. She slaps his hip again, and then reaches forward to twist his nipples, hard, refusing to let go.

“Say it!”

“I belong under you!” John squeals with his eyes screwed up, in intense pain. She smiles and releases him, going back to rocking her hips back and forth, trying to get them both to the finish line.

“You’re going to cum inside of me,” she tells him, giving his nipple another pinch to make him groan in pain. “Because I own your cum. I own everything about you know. Tell me I own you!”

“You own me!” John groans before finally cumming deep inside his wife. Jennifer gives a little moan of pleasure at the feeling, lets the cock go limp inside of her, and then rolls off.

“Is that all it took for you to renounce your beliefs?” She chuckles. John, a bit dazed, says nothing. Jennifer goes to the kitchenette and dampens a wash cloth to clean off her husbands face. “I really felt you finish there,” she says as she wipes his face of her juices, gently. “Pretty soon you’ll be a house husband with a few more little responsibilities,” she laughs at her own joke. John locks his jaw, not wanting to speak after all the comments she forced out of him during sex.