Taken by the homeless

Warning: Dubious consent themes. Do not read if offended by hardcore erotica.

When my husband Sam got home from work, he laid his bag down and took a seat at the kitchen table.

“So what’s for dinner tonight honey?”

“I’ve got some chicken in the…”

“Chicken? I specifically asked for steak before I left this morning.”

“Sorry dear, we can have steak tomorrow night.”

“Fuck that. That’s twice this month that you’ve forgotten to get me what I asked for dinner. I think you will have to be taught a lesson. Where Fido’s collar?”

“Um, it’s hanging over there.”

He went and got the collar and leash of our dog, then took hold of me and began to fasten the collar around my neck.

“What…what are you doing Sam?”

“Making sure you start doing what I ask you to do. A man works hard and is entitled to the meal that he asks for.”

He then yanked on the chain and hauled me out of the house and into the street.

“Sam…what…you’re treating me like the dog!”

Thankfully it was fairly dark and there was nobody else walking around to be able to see me being pulled along like this.

“Where are we going Sam?”

“You’ll see soon enough.”

We looked to be headed down to the old dark tunnel near the river. What could he be taking me down there for?

The tunnel was dimly lit by the street lamps outside, and I could see that the ground was strewn with refuse and needles. It didn’t smell too nice either.

I noticed that there were piles of old newspapers at the sides of the tunnel, piles which then began to move. There were people under them. I realised that these must have been the homeless guys I often saw nearby begging for change. This must have been where they laid their heads at night.

Soon they were all standing in front of us. There were five of them, all with unkempt beards, faces that looked like they had just come down out of a chimney and clothes that looked like they literally had not been washed in years.

“Hey there guys”, said Sam.

“Can we help you Mister? You guys lost or somethin’? Is that your pet you got with you?”

The rest of them laughed. They were no doubt wondering why there was a man in their tunnel with a woman on a leash.

“Actually she’s my wife. So here’s the situation. She did not have the correct meal prepared for me when I got home, so now she needs to be taught a lesson that she will never forget so she’ll never have the wrong meal for me again. What I want you guys to do is gangbang the hell out of her. This slut is yours and you can do anything that you want. No holds barred. When was the last time any of you had a piece of ass?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He was offering me to these uncouth men like I was some cheap piece of meat. One of them replied to his question.

“Um, like, years ago.”

“That’s what I thought. Women nowadays are pretty picky. I guess you wouldn’t exactly get the pussy parade in this tunnel.”

“Sam”, I said, “you can’t give me to these guys. We’re married, we took vows, these guys are disgusting, they might have diseases!”