Desperate Husbands

Note: this takes place before season three, but there are no spoilers and time doesn’t really matter in this story I just thought that these two guys were hot

Mike Delfino opened up his door, and stepped into his darkened house. He took off his leather jacket and hung it on a hook by the door. He reached for a light switch when he heard a voice behind him.

“Keep it off,” said the voice. Mike spun around to see Karl Mayer, Susan’s ex-husband, sitting in Mike’s chair in the middle of the living room. Karl was holding a glass of brandy, and it was almost empty. He was wearing an expensive designer suit, black with white pinstripes.

Mike’s eyes shot towards the kitchen cabinet where he kept his gun.

Karl laughed and picked up a gun that was resting on his hip. “Looking for this?” Karl laughed and took a sip of his brandy.

“Look, Karl, whatever is upsetting you, this is all a misunderstanding.” Mike said.

“Shut up!” Karl shouted and pointed the gun at Mike. He was drunk. “Look, you stole my girl. Susan was mine and you knew that! And so you must be punished.” Karl laughed. “Close the curtains and stand in the middle of the room, so we can get to ‘work’.” Karl pointed the gun Mike’s toolbox, which was next to the couch, and Mike started to close the curtains.

“Look, Karl,” Mike pleaded as he stood in the middle of the room. “We can talk about this…”

“Shut up and strip!” Karl shouted from his position in the chair. Mike started to protest and Karl shot the floor, right next to Mike’s feet. Karl switched on a video camera that was on the table next to the couch. “Let’s see how much Susan will like you once she sees this.” He turned the camera on. “Now, strip.”
Mike’s face looked pained, but he didn’t want to get killed so he started to unbutton his flannel shirt and then rip it off over his head, revealing a muscular and hairy chest. He then undid his belt, took off his shoes and slid off his pants. His hairy body was
hot and muscled, and he was only wearing briefs and socks.

“Come here.” Karl commanded. Mike walked towards him, until he was only a foot away, his crotch level with Karl’s face. Karl took Mike’s gray briefs and slowly slid them down, Mike shivering at Karl’s warm touch. Mike’s thick cock was sitting in the open, and Karl took his hand and cupped Mike’s balls. Karl took Mike’s flaccid dick in one hand and flopped it around, and slowly squeezed his balls, until Mike winced in pain.

“Okay, if you’re gunna rape me then get it over with,” Mike gritted.

Karl laughed. “Oh now, I’m going to humiliate you so Susan can see. See those handcuffs on the legs of the table? Go cuff your hands to them.” Mike went and cuffed himself to the legs of the table, so his arms were spread apart. The table was low so he had to bend down. And his butt was left open and vulnerable in the air. This table was pure oak, and far too heavy to move. It had taken six workers to move it in there.

Karl walked up to him and ran his fingers up and down Mike’s hairy crack, pausing at his butt hole and swirling his fingers around the opening. Mike moaned, and then gritted his teeth. Karl undid his belt, and slid the leather, designer belt from his pants. He folded the belt in half, and held it from the end and the buckle.

“Lets spank your sorry ass,” Karl said and then brought the belt down. Mike flinched, but didn’t scream.

“You get fifty,” Karl said coldly as he rubbed Mike’s cheeks. “Count ‘em off.”

Karl began to slap Mike’s cheeks, while Mike gritted back the pain and counted off the painful strokes. Mike slapped his left cheek, and then the right, alternating back and forth until his butt was red and raw.

“Forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty!” Mike counted. Karl just laughed and continued spanking Mike, harder and faster.

“No! This is enough!” Mike screamed, unable to hold back the pain. “Ow! Stop! Stooop! Ow! STOP!” Mike screamed in pain, and only then did Karl stop.

“Thank you,” Mike whispered, holding back tears.

“Oh no!” Karl laughed. “You’re not let off that easy!” Karl got on his knees, and positioned himself behind Mike. Mike was bending over, his knees only slightly bent, his torso parallel with the floor. “You get extra punishment for crying!”

Karl brought both of his hands up and spanked each of Mike’s cheeks, making his body buck in pain. Karl then, without using his hands, scooped up Mike’s balls in his mouth and starting sucking on them. He pulled his head up, so that Mike’s balls were stretched out behind his butt, and Karl’s nose was in Mike’s asshole.

“Here we go,” Karl mumbled, with the balls still in his mouth. Karl pulled his head back slightly, so that the balls were pressed against the back of his teeth, giving Mike some pain. Karl used his nose to tickle Mike’s asshole. He then used each of his hands and spanked Mike’s already sore ass cheeks. He slapped one, then the other, and then back again, and got faster and faster like a crazy rhythmic drumming. Mike was screaming in pain and Karl spanked him for a good five minutes, pulled his balls back one more painful time, and then stopped.

Mike groaned and collapsed to the ground in pain, squeezing his legs together.

“Get off your knees,” Karl said as he put this belt back on. “Now its time for some real ‘work’ from your toolbox.” He opened the toolbox and pulled out a hammer.

“Suck on this,” Karl muttered as he shoved the handle into Mike’s mouth. “It’s up to you to make it lubed.” Mike realized what was about to happen, and because he could do nothing to stop it, he began to salivate as much as possible.

Karl got onto his knees and began to push his finger on Mike’s tight asshole, just putting some pressure on it. He pulled the hammer out of Mike’s mouth, ignored Mike’s protests, and then pushed the handle towards his opening.

“Here we go,” Karl chuckled, as he shoved the handle in. Mike squeezed his butt cheeks together, but Karl painfully slapped his ass and made him stop. Karl used all his force and shoved the handle of the hammer up Karl’s asshole, halfway up the handle. Mike groaned in pain, and held his breath, trying not to cry.

“Squeeze your butt so it stays in there,” Karl said as he slapped Mike’s cheeks one more time. He then took a piece of plywood from next to the box and rested it behind Mike. It had seven nails in it that had only been nailed in a little bit.

“Nail these in,” Karl said. Mike titled his head back to see what Mike was talking about. Mike bent his knees, so that he was squatting above the ground. Karl took the hammer and positioned it above the first nail.

“If you can nail in all seven of these, without the hammer falling out, you can go.” Karl said. Mike nodded and hesitated before bringing his butt up and swinging it down onto the first nail. It went in slightly, but the hammer had slid out a little bit.

“Squeeze!” Karl said, and laughed. He then sat back in his chair and lit a cigar, as he watched Mike struggle. But seeing Mike raise his but up and down like that really turned Karl on, and soon enough he found a boner pressing against his fitted, designer suit pants. Hearing Mike moan in pain and frustration, and seeing his pale butt out on the open, and seeing the muscles at the back of his leg flex was too much for him to take. Karl unzipped his fly and took out his cock. He began to stroke his cock with one hand, and held the cigar in his mouth with the other.

Mike nailed in the first two nails, but on the third he missed, and the swing of his hips sent the hammer flying out. Mike let out a sigh of relief and his butt hole closed up, the sight of which making Karl moan in pleasure.

“Perfect,” Karl purred. “You loose. Stand up, bitch.” Mike stood up, and his back was still facing Karl. Karl slipped under his arms and sat on the edge of the table. “On your knees, Mike.” Mike got on his knees, and Karl undid his belt. Karl leaned forward so he could spank Mike’s butt with his belt.

“Because you lost, you have to suck me.” Karl took his cock by the base, and then grabbed Karl’s head by the root of his hair. Mike started to protest, but soon Karl’s thick dick was shoved into his mouth. Mike almost choked at first, as the full meaty member was shoved in there. Karl grabbed Mike’s face in one hand, and forced it up and down his hard member. He used his other hand to continue whipping his back and butt, making Mike flinch at each stroke.

Karl thrusted his hips up and shoved his dick to the back of Mike’s throat. Mike gagged, and tried to pull his head up, but Karl held Mike’s head firm. Mike gagged, and his body writhed, pulling hard against the handcuffs.

“Stop it, bitch this is deep throat!” Karl yelled gruffly, as Mike gagged underneath him. He pulled Mike’s head up and let Mike gasp for breath. “If you gag one more time, you get fucked, so suck it bitch!” Mike inhaled the giant penis, bringing his head up and down. Karl pinched his own nipples as he felt himself coming towards climax. He thrusted his hips and shoved his cock into the back of Mike’s throat and then came. His hot load shot out of his dick, and Mike tried to swallow but it was too much and he gagged.

Karl ripped his dick out when he was done cumming, and cum dripped out of Mike’s mouth. Mike gasped for breath, and strings of sperm littered the side of his mouth.

“That was great,” Karl moaned, and he slapped Mike’s face. He got off of the table and walked over towards the camera, and turned it off.

“Susan will sure change her mind about marrying you when she sees this,” Karl said and laughed, as he pressed stop on the camera and zipped up his fly and put on his belt. Karl pocketed his camera and was about to walk out when he saw Mike’s hard dick.

“Oh, hell.” Karl muttered, got on his knees and started jacking off Mike.

“No! Stop! Just leave!” Mike protested, but it felt so good. In less than a minute he blew his hot load all over Karl’s hand. Karl made Mike lick his hand clean so Mike had a mixture of Karl and his own sperm in his mouth.

“Thanks, bitch.” Karl laughed, took one last drag of his cigar and then put the butt out on Mike’s ass cheek. Mike screamed in pain, and Karl laughed and walked out of the house, leaving Mike chained to the table, naked, burnt, and covered in sperm.


TBC….

Authors Note: I hope you liked it! I’m planning to do a whole lot more with all different pairings, but strictly men. If you have any requests for any pairs or sex ideas just post them and I’ll be sure to include you sick fantasies in my hot story ;)