Pimped out by the wife “All clean, nice and smooth, baby. ..

Pimped out by the wife “All clean, nice and smooth, baby. Those men are going to take very good care of you,” Gabrielle sat on the bathroom counter drying off her husband’s muscular body. “Good care of me,” Ken asked, confused. “It's ok baby,” Gabrielle robbed the towel over his huge pecs. She never could get over how sexy he was. “Those men are going to enjoy that body of yours. All you have to do is to make them happy.” “Make them happy,” Ken looked down at Gabrielle’s long nails as they squeezed his oversized pecs. She laughed at how dumb and submissive her muscle bound husband had became. Ken had come a long way from when he first met his wife. He was an intelligent, strong, proud alpha man, who always said he would never let a woman dominate him. Ken was from an old rich family but made a successful modeling career with his huge shredded muscles. He had a reputation as a lady's man, dating numerous women, used them for sex and discarded them when he done. That was before he met Gabrielle. She quickly got the arrogant stud wrapped around her finger. Ken loved her and found himself doing anything she told him to do. By their wedding night she was already breaking him down. She would secretly drug him, keeping him docile as she reshaped him into the perfect himbo to pimp out to rich gay men. It became harder and harder for Ken to resist her. When his friends and family tried to warn him, she turned him against them. He found himself being more and more isolated until she was the only one he believed he could trust. The drugs she slipped him made it harder for him to think for himself and he became more dependent on her daily. When she told him she want to fuck him with a strap on, he told her no and told her he was straight. However, nightly she kept on until finally his resolve gave in. “If you love me, you will let me,” she would pout. Finally, he did as she told him and laid face down on the bed as she mounted him. He was humiliated and it hurt so bad but he loved her and will do anything to make her happy. “Good boy,” she would whisper into his ears while fucking him. “Such a good, big dumb boy.” Despite how much it hurt and how humiliating it was Ken found himself coming each time as she pounded the strap on against his prostate. Gabrielle put down the towel on the countertop and began to rub oil on to his smooth, deeply tan body. He was a true work of art, she thought as she rubbed the magnificent hard muscles. His pecs were massive as they hung above his sculpted abs. There wasn’t a bit of fat visible. He had always had a great body, but when she married him, she made sure he stayed on a strict vegan diet. The diet kept him lean and tight, but also kept his mental functions weak and open for her to manipulate. Once she had covered his body in a thin layer of oil, she reached for a small case that was sitting on the countertop beside her. She pulled out a syringe. Ken just watched as she filled it. All resistance was long gone. She took his right arm and had no problem finding a large vein to inject the needle into. “Ssshh, baby. It's going to make you feel so much better about what those men are going to do to you,” she stroked his small, but sexy ears. “You won’t have a care in the world.” There was a knock on their bathroom door and Ken turned as an older man peeked around the door. “Is he ready,” the stranger asked. “Yes, he is. Aren’t you, baby,” Gabrielle wrapped her arm around Ken’s thick shoulders and stroked his neck. “Yes,” he responded. His deep voice was empty of emotion. “Well, he is definitely a beauty,” the older man came further into the room, his eyes traveling down the stud’s sculpted body. “Yes, he is. Baby, open your towel and show the nice man the goods,” Gabrielle moved her foot up Ken’s leg. With a blank look in Ken’s eyes, he opened his towel and revealed his naked, hairless body. “Exquisite,” the man whispered under his breath. “Yes, he is, and as mindless as a Ken doll,” Gabrielle laughed. Ken didn’t move as the stranger touched his large pecs and ran his hand down the cobblestone abs. Gabrielle had shaved off all his body hair from the neck down in the shower, leaving him looking like a chisel statue of a Roman god. The man then gripped Ken’s thick 9” hard cock, giving it a few strokes. “Turn around,” the man ordered. Ken hesitated before Gabrielle whispered into his ear, “be a good boy, do as the man told you.” Ken then slowly turned to display his ass. It was as if it was sculpted from granite, hard and tight. “Beautiful,” the man whispered and boldly placed a finger between the tight ass cheeks. “I had made sure he thoroughly cleaned out,” Gabrielle proudly stated as she stroked Ken’s chest. “He tight but not overly,” the stranger pushed his finger into the muscle hole causing Ken to grunt. “I've been training him to take cocks up his ass. He was resistant at first when I used a strapon on him. He was all macho. Wasn’t you babe,” Gabrielle teased one of Ken’s nipples, causing him to whimper. “But after I drugged him a few times and weakened his stubbornness, he became a good obedient bottom,” she laughed. “He was such an arrogant douchebag bastard before I broke him. Using women and acting like he was God’s gift with his hot body, good looks, and money. Wasn’t you,” she sank her nails into his meaty pecs. “Yes,” Ken hissed. His cock was rock hard. “Now he has the intelligence of a pea. Nothing left in that pretty head of his,” she laughed. “You never disappoint with your merchandise,” the older man was moving his fat finger in and out of Ken’s hole, stroking his insides. “Is he your third husband?” “Actually the fourth, I made quite a fortune out of those thoroughbreds,” she laughed as she gripped Ken’s thick cock. “Ugh, please,” Ken whimpered as he felt a second fat finger squeezed into his hole. “Well, I believe he definitely fetched a high price tonight. There are a lot of buyers that would be interested in a masculine beauty like him,” the older man spread his fingers inside Ken’s hole, causing Ken to grunt. Ken’s cock was bouncing as he stood there, with the older man’s fingers up his ass. The old cocky Ken would never let that happen, but the docile Ken couldn’t think or resist. “He is responding quite well,” the stranger mused as he looked over the broad shoulders. “I believe they are ready for him,” the man added as he pulled his fingers from the tight hole. Gabrielle grabbed him by his small perfect ears, “baby, listen. Go with that man and do everything as he tells you. Make me proud, honey.” She kissed his forehead. The older man then reached around and gripped Ken’s thick, throbbing cock. Ken looked at his wife one last time as the man led him by his cock out of the room. The group of ten well dressed men clapped as Ken emerged on the stage. Ken was naked but showed no emotions as he began to pose and flex before them. Being a bodybuilder for so many years made him subconsciously used to posing half nude before large crowds. To his hazy mind, he had no idea that he was completely naked and rock hard. It was just another bodybuilding show or exhibit. As he turned, the men cheered louder. His tan chisel muscles were flawless, perfectly asymmetrical. He then was led by the older man off the stage and was paraded among the rich gay men. The men paid a lot to be at the show. They began to freely feel him up as he was led among them. They admired his huge solid pecs and wide shoulders. Their hands roaming over his tight, muscular buttocks and gripping his thick hard cock. The men’s touches kept him hard and aroused. He was nothing more than an object, a toy for them to use. One older gentleman pulled out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to Ken’s handler. “Get on your knees and give the man a blow job,” the older man that was leading him among the crowd barked. Without a thought in his pretty head, Ken obediently knelt as the man sitting in front of him opened his pants. Ken then opened his mouth and took the cock. He instantly began to gag and cough over its thickness. It only encourages the man to laugh and pull Ken’s head further down his shaft. Ken was turning red and his muscular arms were faring as he tried to come up for air. Finally when Ken was at the point of collapse the older man let go of him and Ken dropped to his hands to catch his breath. The break was short lived however. Another man paid the handler another 100 and Ken’s mouth was once again fucked. One men after another paid for their turn on Ken’s tight throat. Tears were running down his handsome, masculine face. “Three hundred to fuck him,” one of the rich men laughing. “Five hundred, that beautiful ass is worth it,” another man yelled. “A thousand,” yet another yelled out. Ken was helpless as he was led over to a sling and was pushed down into it. His massive legs were lifted into the air and fastened to bonds. Ken’s thick thighs were held high and wide apart, exposing his tight shaved rosebud, his heavy big balls, and fat hard cock. His muscular vascular shredded arms were then fastened to two more restraints. He offered no fight as the man who offered the highest bid approached him. The old man lined his cock up to the tight manhole and roughly pushed into him. Ken groaned loudly to the other men’s pleasure. Ken’s grunts were animalistic. He threw his head back to cry out as his prostate was pounded. However, his head was soon grabbed from behind and a cock pushed down his throat. The images of the outline of the cock pounding in and out of his throat through the muscular neck drove several men over the edge. They pulled out their cocks and jackoff over the mindless muscle god, until they came over his shredded muscles.