Pyramid Harem
Chapter Six
I left work early on Friday. I was planning to spend all weekend fucking my slave wife, but Jamie was waiting for me in the parking lot. He looked like he had been waiting there for hours and would have waited for hours more if necessary. Must be nice to be an Instagram model, the handsome bastard. His Lamborghini was parked next to my car, making it look like a turd in comparison.
“Come on, get in,” Jamie said, pointing to his car.
“I have my own car,” I said, raising an eyebrow.
“The Mistress summons us,” Jamie said, a vacant glassy look in his eyes.
My thoughts falter for a second at the mention of Mistress Olivia. She is my owner. She leaves me to my own affairs for weeks at a time, yet when push comes to shove, everything I do is to make her life better. Jamie was my friend, but he was more than that. He was my slave brother and helps me make the Mistress happy at all times. He’s the only one that truly understands me. When my thoughts reboot, I have only two priorities; to serve and obey.
“We must go to our Mistress,” I said, feeling my mind float away.
“We must obey,” Jamie said, opening the enger side door for me.
I carefully get in. Whatever is left of the normal Jamie loves this car and dedicates great time and effort to keeping it in mint condition. He gets in the driver’s seat and starts driving me God knows where.
After nearly an hour of driving, he pulls into a large estate out in the hills overlooking the Ocean. It’s made of stone and has dark wood beams and arches to give it flair. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a little elevator thing that transports people at the top of the hill to the water. I wonder if the owner of this house owns a boat. The house also has twentyish cars parked in the big personal roundabout driveway. None of them are lambos but none of them are cheap either.
“This is where Mistress lives?” I said, taking note of several security cameras.
“No, tonight might suck, slave brother,” Jamie said, turning off the engine.
“Oh,” I said, undoing my seatbelt.
The Pyramid Harem operates on a series of rules and a power than I can only describe as black magic. I have two slaves who in turn each have two slaves and so on and so forth. It’s becoming increasingly clear than one day the entire world will kneel or maybe there will be a second Spanish Inquisition. Who saw that coming?
If this mansion doesn’t belong to Mistress Olivia, then we were about to come face to face with someone I would have rather avoided like the plague.
The front door opens and Mistress Olivia emerges. She carries two leashes with golden chains. She commands us to put collars around our necks and we obey. We must always obey. Then she walks us like dogs into the manor. The smell of sex hits my nostrils almost immediately.
“Strip,” Mistress Olivia said, closing the door behind us.
“Yes, Mistress, as you wish,” Jamie and I said.
It was a little awkward getting naked what with her holding us on leash. I take off my button up shirt easily enough, but my undershirt has to be threaded along the chain. The front lobby of the mansion has an entire walk-in closet that all our clothes get tossed into adding to an already enormous pile. My cock is already semihard as is Jamie’s.
“Undress me, slaves,” Mistress Olivia said, giving the leashes a little tug.
“Yes, Mistress!” We said, getting even more erect.
Our Mistress was barely wearing clothes to begin with. Her schoolgirl skirt and bikini top pop off in seconds. Her Asian skin is just as lovely as the first time I laid eyes on hers. I take in the sight of my owner’s breasts, ass, and pussy. They’re all so perfect that I feel lucky to be chosen to serve her.
“Kiss each other,” Olivia said, grinning.
Jamie and I turn to embrace. We caress our tongues against each other as we obey. Anything for Mistress Olivia. Anything at all.
“Good boys, let’s the party,” Olivia said.
We silently crawl ahead of her until we come to a large open area. Everything is massive and opulent. The staircase is a curved rounded incline to the second floor which overlooks the first floor. A bunch of people in fancy suits and dresses are upstairs. A bunch of naked people on the first floor are indulging themselves in degeneracy that would make Caligula barf.
Guess which floor we went to?
Mistress Olivia is approached by a second Asian woman who also has two white males on leashes. They embrace in a kiss that escalates to groping and fingering. Then they tug at their leashes and lead the four of us crawling to the fireplace. An old man sits in a comfortable recliner. His cock looks like he’s already had sex a few times today, but he drops a blue pill into a glass of water and drinks it.
“These the new boys?” The old man says, taking stock of me and Jamie.
“Yes, Master, these are your boys,” Olivia and her slave-sister say in practised unison.
I don’t like where this is going. I already know that once I get the order, it will sound like the greatest idea ever, but anticipating it is torture. The old man inspects all four of us like he owns us. Through his women, he absolutely does.
“Tell me about them,” The old man says, lighting a cigar.
Olivia describes me and Jamie. She explains where she found us, how she claimed, and why we’ll make good of the Pyramid Harem. The cigar tip burns brightly as the old man listens. He knows I’m a lawyer now. He’s basically been told he can use me as a free consultant whenever he wants. Here’s hoping I don’t end up working 60 weeks with zero recognition like I when I first graduated law school. Jamie’s overview is quicker, his primary selling points being rich and handsome and did we mention rich?
“Alright boys, get ready for the night of your lives,” the old man said.
He es us four blue pills, and we swallow because our Mistress’s demand it. Before long, my cock is sending signals to my brain that it wants to cum so bad it hurts. Olivia’s Master stands up his hard cock swinging in the wind. Olivia and her slave sister swoon over the creepy bastard like he’s God’s gift to women.
“What is best in life, sluts?” The old man said.
“You Master! You and your gorgeous white cock!” Olivia said, caressing his rod.
“Serving and worshipping a BWC!” The other Asian girl said.
“That’s right, slaves. You live to worship white cock,” The old man, fiendishly grinning.
“Yes, Master, we live to worship white cock,” the two girls said.
The two Asian beauties sink to their knees and suck off a white guy old enough to be their father. Suddenly some of the oddly specific comments Olivia has made begin to make a lot more sense. It’s against the rules to tell a slave overtly who to enslave next, but Olivia’s new beliefs all but guaranteed she would come after guys like Jamie and me. Her Master’s cock is actually smaller than us, but she fawns over it like it’s the most amazing thing she’s ever seen.
“Tell your boys to cuck themselves,” The old man said.
“Yes, Master. You two losers stroke your cocks while my Master fucks me!” Olivia said.
“Yes, Mistress. We hear and obey,” Jamie and I said.
I crank my hog while the other Asian girl directs her two slaves to also masturbate for the old man’s power fantasy. All four of us make a half moon circle of gooners. Honestly, I think we got off easy. Once I start, a new fetish begins to take root in my mind. By the time the old man is ramming his cock into Olivia’s cunt, I’m beating my cock like it owes me money.
It was quite the party all in all. Plenty of snack and free booze to go around. I got to fuck a bunch of other girls around the same power level as myself. Jamie got to fuck Olivia next and then finally me. It was a little gross sticking my dick in a hole that already had cum in it, but Olivia whispered a few words in my ear and then I was super into it. Even if I wasn’t, the Viagra coursing through my veins pretty much demanded that I act like a dirty dog.
It was quite the party indeed. I learn a bunch of fancy words I never heard of before.
I woke up Saturday morning to the sound of a blonde bombshell demanding we hear an important announcement from her Master. The old man gets into the nadu position to listen attentively, and so does Mistress Olivia, and so do Jamie and I after sharing a brief uncertain look. A gigantic black dude stood on the second floor balcony overlooking the first. He informs us that whoever can enslave Felix Bones will be rewarded $10,000,000.
“Who the fuck is Felix Bones?” I said quietly.
“He’s just a conspiracy nut with a podcast,” Jamie whispered back.
“You will tell no one that you were here,” The black Master said.
“Yes, Master,” the old man, Olivia, her friend, Jame and me all say with blind obedience.
We watch the blonde suck his big black cock. I try to jerk off to the free show, but holy shit my cock is tender after last night.
The crowd starts clearing out slowly, forming a line at the big lobby closet to get their clothes back. Olivia decides to skip the line and has me eat her ass until the manor is mostly empty. Her commands are wise and perfect as always.
“Well, that happened,” I said, as I get back in Jamie’s lambo.
“Yeah…” Jamie said, with a haunted look in his eyes.
“You were popular last night,” I said, grinning.
“Yep,” Jamie said, like a man with orgy PTSD.
I wait for Jamie to say something else, but he doesn’t. Maybe being ordinary has its advantages. I examine myself. I’m pretty sure I’m wearing another dude’s pants. My necktie was either stolen, or someone took it by mistake.
“You gonna be alright?” I said.
“I’m fine, you wanna hit the yacht club?” Jamie said, starting the engine.
“Tomorrow maybe. Today, I think shit is going to roll downhill,” I said.
“Now there’s an idea I can get behind,” Jamie said, his usual cocky grin emerging.
When I get back to my house, there’s unfamiliar car parked in front of it. I used to think my house was pretty impressive, but now it looks almost quaint compared to whoever owned that place. Oh well, time to introduce myself to the men my wife has enthralled. I open the door slowly though, hoping my arrival will go unnoticed.
“Oh yes, fuck me harder. Fuck my holes!” Isabela said.
“Yes, Mistress!” Two male voices shout.
I creep around my own home like a ninja. Once upon a time, this scenario might have been my worst fear, but now it just feels kind of funny to get the drop on them. It’s not like those men are any threat to me. I’m about to make that very clear to them.
“Mmmmm fuck, my ass and pussy feel so FULL!” Isabela said.
My wife’s cries of ion paint a pretty good mental picture before I actually poke my head into my bedroom. Isabella is riding Derek, my recently divorced next-door neighbor. Another man is behind her with his cock in her anus. He looks kind of familiar, but it’s hard to tell just seeing his balls and the back of his head.
“What’s going on here?” I said, acting like a man who is shocked. Shocked I tell you!
All three of them freeze in the act. The guy stretching Izzy’s poop chute looks over his shoulder. Holy shit, it’s the boy our daughter used to date in high school. I stay in character, but damn it’s close.
“Uhh Mr. Anderson, it’s not what it looks like!” Bobby said.
“The fuck it isn’t!!!” I said, snarling but concealing my laughter.
Bobby Chesterfield is a big boy, especially for 19. If this was really happening the way he thinks it’s happening, I wouldn’t dare take this tone with the massive high school football athlete. His cock is just as big as the rest of him, absolutely stretching Isabella’s asshole in ways I never could. His biceps might be bigger than my legs. Good thing he’s got that violet look in his eyes.
“Well, don’t stop now, boy. Finish fucking my wife and then we’ll talk!!!” I said loudly.
I shoot Isabella a little playful wink.
“Yes, don’t stop fucking me, slaves! Mistress needs to cum!” Isabela said, getting it immediately.
Derek and Bobby looked confused, humiliated, and more than a little nervous. Yet they look at their new owner and begin thrusting. My wife makes a face as that huge linebacker cock stretches her sphincter. Derek groans as his cock resumes penetrating her pussy. Bobby is like a statue as he finds a spot on the back of Isabela’s head and decides it’s the most fascinating thing in the world.
“So Bobby, first you fuck my daughter and now my wife. How long has this been going on?” I said, unbuckling my belt.
Bobby says nothing for about eight seconds, like he’s trying to come up with a lie while his bully cock pounds my wife’s rear end. I feel my own cock stirring at the sight of it. God damn it, I might be a cuck for the rest of my life thanks to that old man.
“Tell him the truth,” Isabela said, grinding herself back and forth on two lovers.
“Just since last night, Sir. She made me do it,” Bobby said, sweat forming on his brow.
“Yeah, she’s a giant slut, isn’t she?” I said.
“What? I…no…well…what?!” Bobby said, still pumping her ass.
Isabel giggled mischievously.
“And you Derek, how long have you been fucking my wife?” I said, tilting my head to see him better.
“Two years,” Derek said.
“I knew it. It was you! It’s been you all along,” I said, loudly.
Derek used to be married himself but got divorced recently. He got in better shape after splitting with Wanda too. He was typical tall, dark, and handsome. He had a few stretch marks after being fat for so long, but he was on the mend. That means Isabella took him for a ride while he was still chubby. We’re things really that between us before the Harem came along?
“Well, slut, since you like double penetration, I bet you’re going to love a triple penetration, won’t you whore?!” I said, whipping out my own dick.
“Oh yes, Master, please shove that beautiful cock down my throat, Master!” Isabela said, like she saw the plot twist coming a mile away.
I pulled my pants down and jumped in bed. I stood over all of them while unbuttoning my shirt. Isabella happily opened her mouth and swallowed my cock. Derek relaxed a little and focused on fucking his Mistress. Poor Bobby looked like his brain ran on windows 95 and needed more time to figure this one out.
“Relax, slaves, we’re all on the same team,” I said, giggling at my own prank.
Then we were stuffing my wife airtight. I still had some questions for my woman, but those could wait. I was already preparing my next little prank in my head which was almost touching the ceiling, standing in the bed. I made sure my right foot was uncomfortably close to Derek’s face. I felt the pleasure of my wife giving my cock some much needed kindness after the abuse it took last night.
“That’s right, Isabella, you love being fucked like this, don’t you?” I said, stroking her hair.
“Mphmm Mph! Mmmmm,” Isabela said, slobbering all over my dick.
“But what you really want is an audience. You want these two to stroke their cocks while I fuck you, right?” I said.
“Yes, I want an audience,” Isabela said, jerking me off with both hands.
Bobby and Derek kept fucking my wife, but I could tell they were feeling the rug starting to be pulled out from under them as they heard her say that. I could also tell that those two purple eyed cucks were fully committed to doing anything to please their Mistress.
“Slaves, go stand over there. Play with yourselves while a real man fucks me,” Isabella said.
“Yes, Mistress, play with ourselves,” Bobby and Derek said, in not so practiced unison.
Bobby and Derek got out of the bed and went to stand in front of the window stroking their cocks. I don’t think Isabela meant for them to stand exactly there. Hopefully nobody can see their butt cheeks from the street. Whatever, if they don’t care, I don’t care.
Isabela’s asshole was positively gaping after big ol’ Bobby pulled out. It was a simple matter to slide right in there. Both of us moaned in bliss as my cock glided into her backdoor.
“Oh yea, you fuck my ass so good Master!” Isabela said.
“Damn right, all your holes belong to me. Don’t you forget it!” I said, smacking her ass.
“Yes, Master! My holes are yours. I’m yours! Yours! Yours! Yours!” Isabela said.
“Ohhhh yes!” I said, climaxing.
I thrusted three final triumphant times then paused. Isabela gyrated her hips as I pumped her bum full of cum. When I pulled out, her sphincter muscles clenched and unclenched as white goo leaked out. Derek and Bobby were still masturbating as they watched in hypnotic fascination.
“Alright, linebacker, get back in there, champ!” I said looking to Bobby.
“Yes, sir,” Bobby said, still suspicious that this was some sort of trap.
Huh, maybe Bobby’s smarter than he looks. He got back in the bed and resumed fucking Isabela’s ass. Isabela made an excited O face as he went back for seconds. Poor girl’s not gonna walk straight for a week.
“Unghhh,” Isabella said, as her pussy gushed with approval.
I went to the other end of the bed and grabbed her hair. She immediately opened her mouth to take my cock down her throat, tasting her own ass. The post nut blowjob is something to be savored.
“Oh my God! I’m gonna cum!” Bobby said.
When Bobby pulled out, even more cum leaked out of her asshole. I guess were doing laundry today. I looked over at Derek stroking his cock like a man.
“Woah, slow down there, slave. Your Mistress wants all the cum up her arse,” I said.
“Yes, get over her and fuck my ass slave. Give my ass all your cum!” Isabela said.
Bobby moved to sit next to me and Isabela sucked both our deflating cocks. She looked over at Derek desperate to get more man juice in her shithole just because I said so. What can she do but mindlessly agree with everything her Master says?
“Ohhh fuck!” Isabela said, as a third man took her ass.
“Oh shit…” Derek said.
“Hold it!” I snapped.
Derek looked like he was ready to bust his nut five minutes ago but her locked in and fucked her ass. I just watched him do that with a smile on my face. I could almost feel bad for him, but I reminded myself that he openly flirted with my wife in front of our mutual friends for years. I was never able to prove it without magic, but his lust for my wife was almost certainly a contributing factor to the collapse of his own marriage.
“OH SHIT!!!” Derek said, trembling.
“Yes, do it, cum for your Mistress!” Isabella said, stroking my cock.
“I must obey!!!” Derek said, cumming his brains out.
Isabella’s butthole was overflowing with goo. She farted more than once when Derek pulled out. Now it was time to play my trap card.
“You love rimjobs, don’t you Isabella. It feels so good when someone is eating your ass.” I said.
She looked at me. I massaged her temples as if that might somehow make my control of her mind even more powerful. Isabela figured out what I was really driving at and smiled.
“Mmm yes, Master. Derek, give my poor asshole a loving kiss, would you?” Isabela said.
“Jesus,” Bobby said.
Derek didn’t respond. He bent down and stuck his tongue up her anus. All that cumfart slime gushing from her booty got into his mouth.
“Mphh!” Derek said.
“Oh I think he likes it. He loves clean up duty, right slave?” I said, looking at Isabela.
“Yes, Master. That cuck LOVES to clean up my holes,” Isabela said, like it was all a harmless prank.
“Oh yes, Mistress, I LOVE cleaning up your holes so much!” Derek said, his eyes unfocused.
Derek moaned with lust as he slurped her bootyhole. He grabbed both her cheeks and doubled down on slurping up all that cum like a good cucky. It was obvious that the magic’s influence on him was so powerful that he now really and truly loved what he was doing. He moaned as he swallowed every drop.
“Damn…” Bobby said, watching it all.
Once my rival’s humiliation was complete, I sent Derek and Bobby home. I let Isabela take a nap and did the clean up myself. I think she earned that much. She came down the stairs later as I was paying the pizza guy in my bathrobe.
“Mmmm did you get the stuffed crust cheese?” Isabela said, inhaling through her nose.
“We earned our carbs today,” I said.
Isabela came and ed me at the table, and we ate our pizza in silence. There was a tension in the air. The kind that happens when someone wants to ask difficult questions.
“May I ask where were you last night, Master?” Isabela said.
“You may ask, but I’m not allowed to answer,” I said.
“I guess that makes sense,” Isabela said, shrugging.
“You and Monica will probably get invited sooner or later,” I said.
“Exciting. Was it fun?” Isabela said.
“Yes and no. Why Bobby?” I said.
“Oh, I thought you’d be more upset about Derek,” Isabela said.
“Oh no, no, no, I’m loving that you claimed him, but our daughter’s ex? Really?” I said.
“You said you wouldn’t interfere with who I claim,” Isabela said.
“Those are the rules for some reason, and I haven’t. Just curious is all,” I said.
“Well, I ran into him at the Home Depot. We got to talking, and once I saw he was still in love with Emily, I knew he’d be perfect,” Isabela said.
“What?” I said, dropping my pizza mid chomp.
Isabela winced like a slave that didn’t want to anger her Master. It took me about five seconds to realize what my wife was planning. It took me another five seconds to realize there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stop her. It took a final five seconds to pick up my pizza and pretend I wasn’t freaking the fuck out.