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Before Chris was married, his life was completely different. He came from a wealthy family. His parents and grandparents were respected doctors and psychologists. It was always clear to Chris that he would follow in his father's footsteps and pursue a career in the medical field. Even more so when his parents died in an accident when he was just 12 years old. Chris learned and studied a lot. He successfully completed a psychology degree. At 23, Chris was engaged and had just got his first fully paid job. His fiancé, Kevin, was a very sensitive man and also very good-looking. Everything went exactly as Chris had imagined. But then he met Chad...

Chad (29), convicted violent criminal

The circumstances in which Chris met his future husband Chad were quite unusual. Chad was actually one of the first people Chris had to psychologically assess. Chris' job was to assess inmates in a prison who were being questioned about whether they could be released due to good behavior. Chad's case was like countless others that Chris had read in his studies and for his current job: a man from a poor district who went astray early on. In his youth he had been noticed for drug possession. Over the years there followed several charges of assault. His current imprisonment was also a result of him beating up two other men, a gay couple according to the case file. There were also several accusations of sexual assault and even rape. But these accusations could never be proven.

At the beginning of their sessions, Chad was still very distant and even rude towards Chris. Chris couldn't explain why, but of all his cases Chad took up the most space in his mind. He fascinated Chris in a strange way. It didn't take long for their conversations to become more open, almost like a friend. One day Chris did something that was actually strictly forbidden. He started communicating with Chad outside of their sessions. In anonymous private letters, Chris revealed a lot of information about his private life. Chad also revealed a lot of secrets to him. For example, that he had realized that he was bisexual while in prison. He had previously refused to accept this fact and was probably so angry at openly gay couples for exactly this reason. Chris had meanwhile realized that he felt more for Chad: he had fallen in love with him. Chris knew that this was a problem. Not just professionally but also privately. After all, he was engaged. But the conversations with Chad were always the highlight of the week for him and he also seemed to reciprocate Chris's feelings. In letters they were already planning a future together. Chad even said that he could well imagine marrying Chris. At this point at the latest, Chris should have handed over the Chad case to someone else. After all, he was no longer able to write an objective report about him. But Chris did not hand over the case. On the contrary, he saw it as an optimal opportunity to be able to realize a life with Chad more quickly. And so he wrote in the reports that there was no psychological evidence that anything was standing in the way of Chad's rehabilitation. The truth, Chris knew, was different. He had observed on many occasions how certain triggers had revealed deep-seated aggression in Chad. Nor did he seem to really regret his past actions. Most of the time he took the view that his victims “deserved” it. In one letter, Chad even wrote openly that the allegations of sexual assault and rape were true. But these “cunts” wanted it and then wanted to screw him over, Chad said. Of course, Chris did not write any of this in his reports and recommended that Chad would be released. He was also convinced that his psychological skills would enable him to turn Chad into a modern liberal man. And then all the people who had now rejected him because of the wedding would be jealous!

In reality, however, everything developed in a different direction. Half a year after the wedding, it was not Chad who had changed, but Chris who had completely changed his life and adapted it to his husband's wishes. Chris had quit his job. He was now concentrating fully on being a good housewife. Thanks to the money that Chris had inherited, he was not dependent on a job for financial reasons anyway. Chad also brought in some money because he had now a job as a construction worker. Chad was very keen for Chris to give up his career. Shortly after their wedding, it had become obvious how bad Chris was at doing cleaning and cooking. The first time Chris had cooked a meal for Chad it was an absolute disaster. Chad was furious.

"You call this garbage a meal? You don't seriously think I eat that crap? Even the food in prison was tastier!" Chad cursed.

“I’m so sorry honey!”

The fact that Chris apologized made Chad even angrier. And that was also the first time Chad had hit him.

Chris (24), studied psychologist

Chris stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom that evening. He saw his black eye and silent tears ran down his face. But they weren't tears from physical pain. Nor from regret that the love of his life had hit him. No, he was crying because he hadn't managed to fulfill Chad's simple wish, like a delicious home-cooked meal. In theory, he knew that this relationship dynamic was extremely dangerous and wrong. But it was as if the well-educated, proud gay man that Chris actually was, disappeared in the presence of Chad and was replaced by a submissive housewife. And the most fascinating thing about it was that he wanted nothing more than to be a good housewife for Chad. Chris then drove into town and brought Chad something from a restaurant.

"I love you, my darling," Chris said submissively as he handed Chad the food.

Chad had let off some steam. He stroked Chris' head and smiled.

"I love you too, you know that, babe. But if this is going to work, you just have to try harder. Your thoughts are on your work far too often. That's not good. It would be much better for our marriage if you would quit your job. Are you thinking about it, for me?" said Chad.

"Yes, I'll think about it. I want nothing more than to make you happy," said Chris.

"Very good. Now make me happy by massaging my feet while I finally eat something."

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Three weeks later, Chris had quit his job. He now spent almost all of his time keeping the house clean and learning how to cook better. A satisfied look from Chad was the best reward he could imagine.

But not only in terms of Chris' career, the reality was completely different to what he had originally expected. Back when Chad was still in prison and they were getting closer, Chris had thought that the first few weeks of their life together after Chad's release would probably consist mostly of sex. He dreamed of letting him fuck him for days. But that didn't happen either.

The first signs that things would be different were already there on their wedding day. At the ceremony, Chad didn't even kiss him on the lips, just on the forehead. The wedding night, which Chris had been looking forward to so eagerly, was also far less romantic. Instead of passionate sex together, Chad lay on the bed and jerked off while watching straight porn. Chris sat next to him until Chad was ready.

"Do you want my cum?" asked Chad.

"Yes, please, darling!"

"Here it comes!"

Chad held Chris' head and gave him his semen to swallow. Even though the way to this outcome wasn't quite as Chris had imagined, he was enchanted by the taste of Chad's cum. And it was worth it.

"Now I have to go. I want to meet up with some old buddies. Don't wait for me until you go to bed, I won't be back until morning," said Chad, pulling up his pants.

He must have noticed Chris' sad eyes.

"I know, I know, today didn't go quite as you probably expected. But you know, being with another guy is completely new to me. I'll get over it and be more open to intimate things with you, but you have to give me time, babe. Can you do that?"

"Of course, darling," Chris replied and watched Chad leave the house.

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Yes, Chris did indeed give him time. But even after half a year, the intensity of their "intimate" time had hardly increased. Most of the time, just like on their wedding night, Chad only allowed him to suck him dry just before he came. If Chad was in a particularly good mood, Chris was allowed to give him a handjob or lick his balls. But Chad never cared about Chris's sexual satisfaction. That was okay with Chris. The only thing that mattered to him was that his husband was satisfied. That also included adapting his appearance to Chad's wishes. Chris shaved off his beard and changed to a more feminine style of clothing. He even started wearing women's underwear after Chad mentioned that it would definitely look good on him. The sexual high point of their relationship so far for Chris was when Chad came home drunk one night and woke him up.

"Hey, babe, wake up!"

"What... what's going on?" Chris wanted to know.

"Do you want me to come in your ass?"

Chris could hardly believe his luck.

"YES! Please, darling!"

Then Chad ripped the blanket away and forced his cock ruthlessly into Chris' hole. It hurt like hell when Chad started to fuck him. After a few thrusts he was already ready and came inside him. Although it was over so quickly and Chris hardly felt any satisfaction, he felt happier than ever before. But Chad's mood changed. He now seemed pissed off at Chris and ordered him to go to the kitchen and make him a sandwich. When Chris came back with the sandwich, he was supposed to put it next to the bed and leave the room.

"I don't want you in this bed today. Go and sleep on the couch!"

Chris didn't know how he had upset his husband, but he knew it was better to do what he asked, because the result would be at least a black eye.

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As time went by, Chris had gotten used to his new life. He wore what Chad wanted, he shopped and cooked what Chad wanted, they watched what Chad wanted on TV, he voted for the party and the politicians Chad wanted. Chad now controlled Chris's life down to the smallest detail. You could say he lived the life of a 1950s housewife - he never thought his life would turn out like this - but he loved it! He accepted that his career was now over for Chad's affection. He accepted that he had to put up with his bad moods and endure the beatings. He accepted that he didn't have sex with him in the traditional sense. And he accepted that he had to share him. Chad had made it clear to him from the start that although he was open about being bisexual and had consciously decided to live with a man, Chad also said that he didn't want to forgo sex with the “the pussies” because of that. Chris understood this, after all it was a part of Chad. At first Chad only met women outside their shared house. But eventually he started bringing one home every now and then. When this was the case, Chris would prepare the bedroom for his husband and the girls he brought with him and then spend the night on the couch. Knowing that his husband was penetrating a woman made Chris a little jealous, but also extremely horny. When he heard the moans of these sluts he couldn't help but jerk off. His orgasm was particularly intense when it was a slut who hadn't come with Chad entirely voluntarily. Chris knew full well that Chad sometimes forced women to come with him and raped them. And Chris was more than willing to give his husband an alibi if necessary. When he cleaned the room the next day, he would occasionally find a used condom in the trash can. It was like a sweet little surprise gift that his husband had left him.

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And so their married life continued. As much as Chris enjoyed it, he sensed that Chad was increasingly preoccupied with something. One evening, as he brought him his beer, Chris wanted to solve the case.

"You know, when I was still in prison, I never dreamed I would have such a good life, babe. But there is one thing I still need to be completely happy," Chad said.

"And that would be?"

"I would like to be a father."

"Well, we already talked about the possibility of adopting a child," said Chris.

"Yes, but that's not what I mean. I want to be a real father. I want a descendant who has my blood in it. Who has my DNA!"

Chris thought for a moment.

"We could hire a surrogate mother," he finally suggested.

Chad seemed to like the idea very much.

“I didn't know you were such a bright little thing, babe. I mean, I fuck pussies all the time anyway, so it's no problem to impregnate one of them!" laughed Chad.

Although Chris hadn't meant with his suggestion that Chad should choose and impregnate a surrogate mother in this way, he of course agreed with his husband. Chad was now in such a good spirit that he kissed Chris on the cheek and said "Love you, babe". Chris couldn't have wished for a better outcome to this conversation.

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It didn't take long before Chad told him about Charleen for the first time. One evening he showed Chris her social media accounts. Charleen was a young and of course extremely attractive woman. Long blond hair and big tits. Chad had apparently met her recently when he went out with his friends. He also said that she had mentioned that she was open to surrogacy.

"Well, what do you think, babe? Could she be the right one to bring our child into the world?" asked Chad.

"Well, with your genes and hers, the child will definitely look beautiful," said Chris.

"You're damn right!" laughed Chris.

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3 days later, the deal was done. Charleen had agreed to be their surrogate mother. But that wasn't all. Chad had convinced Chris that it would make the most sense for Charleen to move in with them until the child was born. Chris didn't particularly like the idea of sharing his husband with Charleen, but as usual, he didn't dare contradict Chad. And so it was that shortly afterwards, Chad drove off to pick up Charleen. When the two arrived, Chris tried to be as friendly as possible to Charleen, after all, it was no small thing that she did this for him and Chad.

"It's so nice to have you here, Charleen," said Chris.

"I prepared the guest room for you today. I think you'll feel very comfortable with us," he added.

Charleen thanked him, but before she had finished her sentence, Chad interrupted her.

"I'm sorry, Charlie, there must have been a little misunderstanding. Of course you'll sleep in the bedroom with me. That makes a lot more sense, after all, I have to get you pregnant first. Chris can stay in the guest room for a while," said Chad.

"But, darling, I..." Chris started to answer, but his husband's stern look silenced him.

"Are you sure, Chad? I really don't want to inconvenience you," said Charleen.

"You're not, babe. Am I right, Chris?"

"Of course, honey." 

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And so Charleen moved into the bedroom while Chris moved into the guest room. He was deeply dissatisfied that he would no longer be able to sleep next to his beloved Chad for the time being. But he had suggested the whole thing, so now he had to live with the consequences. But he was already looking forward to the child being there and they could finally be a real family.

Charleen's arrival actually messed up the structure of the household a bit. As a thank you for letting her live here, she wanted to help with the cooking and cleaning. Actually, Chris should have been happy that he now had to do less on his own, but the problem was that he no longer had Chad's full attention. Sometimes it even seemed like an unspoken rivalry between Chris and Charleen. Chris cursed inwardly every time Chad praised her for something instead of him.

"Hmmm, that was delicious!" Chad praised the meal that Charleen had cooked.

"Oh, it's no big deal," said Charleen.

"Don't be so modest, I haven't eaten this well since I lived with my mother! Do you think you could teach Chris a few tricks?"

"Sure! With pleasure!"

"Very nice of you. Well, what do you say, Chris?" Chad wanted to know.

"Thank you, Charlie..." said Chris with a forced smile.

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The more days passed, the closer the relationship between Chad and Charleen seemed to become. At some point, Chris felt as if Chad was now having two marriages at the same time. The only difference was that all sexual contact now only took place between Chad and Charleen. At least every night he had the opportunity to jerk off to the moaning that came from the bedroom. Nevertheless, he hoped that Charleen would finally get pregnant and that he could move back into Chad's bedroom.

One day, Chad and Charleen came back from a doctor's appointment. Chris had just set the table for dinner. They were both beaming from ear to ear. Chris knew immediately, but he asked anyway.

"Charleen, are you pregnant?"

She nodded happily.

"Yes, it finally worked! And the doctor said it will be healthy twins!" Chad cheered.

“Thats excellent! Even twins! I'm so happy, darling!" said Chris and tried to snuggle up to Chad. But Chad just stroked his head briefly and then brushed him back.

"I'm sorry you cooked for nothing, but I want to celebrate this happy occasion in a restaurant. Quickly iron my good clothes while Charlie and I hop in the shower," ordered Chad.

"Okay. After that I have to quickly look at what I'm going to wear," said Chris.

Chad's happy expression twisted.

"Um, I didn't say you were coming too," said Chad.

"What? But I have a reason to celebrate too! After all, they're going to be our children!"

Chad didn't like this reaction at all. He gave Chris a face slap.

"Don't be so disrespectful! First of all, I want to celebrate this moment with Charleen. After all, she is the person who fathered these children with me! And secondly, who cleans the kitchen when we all go out? Come on, get to work! My clothes don't iron themselves!" Chad cursed.

Then he turned to Charleen, taking her hand.

"I'm sorry you had to watch that scene, babe. The cocksucker forgot for a moment who's in charge in this household. Come on, let's finally go take a shower," Chad said and kissed Charlie.

For a brief moment, Chris was petrified. All his fears seemed to be coming true. The danger of losing Chad was now a real thing. No, that can't happen!, he thought to himself. So he immediately set about ironing Chad's clothes.

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More days and weeks passed. Although Charleen was now pregnant, she stayed in the bedroom and Chris stayed in the guest room. Chris tried very hard to act normal. He did all his tasks twice as carefully as before. He tried to read Chad every wish from his eyes. He wanted to be the best partner you could imagine. But Chad was hardly interested in him anymore. The already few intimate moments and caresses had now completely stopped. It was now as if Chad was married to Charleen and Chris was just a lowly servant boy. When Chad even forgot their anniversary, Chris couldn't stand it any longer. When Charleen was out of the house, he marched into the living room where Chad was playing Playstation.

"Darling, do you have a few minutes for me please?" asked Chris.

"No, you can see that I'm giming right now!" said Chad without taking his eyes off the TV.

"Please... it's important," begged Chris.

"I SAID NOT NOW!" screamed Chad.

Chris's heart was racing as he went to the TV and pulled the plug.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I'LL KILL YOU!"

Chad jumped up and threw Chris to the floor. Chris tried to fend off Chad's incoming beatings, of course to no avail.

"I'm begging you, Chad... I'm begging you... as your husband, please listen to me!" Chris cried.

In fact, Chad stopped hitting Chris now.

"WHAT IS IT?"

"Don't you love me anymore? Do you want me to disappear from your life?"

"What makes you think that?" Chad wanted to know.

"Well, you've pushed me into the guest room. You don't hug me anymore. You don't allow any physical contact. You don't call me babe anymore, even though you always used to. And you only seem to have eyes for Charleen."

A moment of silence. Chad sat back down on the couch. He snorted.

"So that's what's on your mind. I know this is a difficult time for you right now. But put yourself in Charleen's position. She's not just giving us one child, but two. And I fathered them. Of course, that awakens a certain protective instinct in me as a father. I really didn't want to neglect you. I promise you, after the birth, things will be the same between us as before, no, even better. But until then, you can't be so selfish and you have to hold back a little for the sake of our future happiness. Do you understand that, BABE?"

Chris wiped the tears from his face.

"Yes... I think so," he replied.

"Very good. You know what? Get me a beer while I start the Playstation again and then you can lick my hole and balls a little. Does that sound good to you?" 

"Sounds fantastic!" said Chris, beaming with joy.

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This conversation had actually calmed Chris down a little. He could not imagine anything worse than losing Chad, but he firmly believed that everything would be better after the children were born, just as Chad had promised.

For the next few months, it was this thought that inspired Chris. But when the birth was imminent, this hope was dashed. At first it was a day like any other. But then Chad wanted Chris to come into the kitchen for an important conversation. Chris could hardly believe what he heard there.

"I know this is going to be very difficult for you now, Chris. But there's no reason to put it off any longer. To tell you the truth, yesterday I proposed to Charleen. You have to understand, living with Charleen and her pregnancy opened my eyes. I know that I thought I was bi, but now I'm sure that I'm only into women. It was probably the time in prison that confused me. I mean, you know better than anyone that I was never particularly keen on getting a blowjob from another guy or even fucking you in the ass. No, I'm definitely only interested in pussies. Are you crying again? That's so typical of you. You keep trying to generate sympathy with your effeminate behavior. But even my sympathy has run out. Believe me, I haven't forgotten what you did for me. You contributed a lot to my being released early. But you must have known back then that a cocksucker like you and a normal man like me couldn't work out in the long run, right? I mean, it was an interesting experience for me that showed me that I want a normal life. I want a wife and children. I want a real marriage and not an imitation like the one we both had. So when you're done crying, I want you to take your things and a mattress to the attic. I'm not a monster, so you can stay here until Charlie is strong enough to do the household chores after the birth. But since we're converting the guest room into a kid's room, you'll have to sleep up in the attic until then. And don't worry about the formalities surrounding our divorce. I've already taken care of everything. All you have to do is sign. You'll also have a few weeks to find a new place to live. OK... then it's over. You can go now, as I said, and take your things upstairs."

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After this speech, it was as if Chris' soul had been broken. He had sacrificed everything for Chad. His then fiancé, his family, his friends and his career. And yet it hadn't been enough for Chad and now Chad had thrown him away like a worn-out tool. And yet Chris still did everything Chad asked of him. As Chad wanted, he stayed there as an unpaid domestic helper until a few weeks after the twins were born. On the day Chris moved out, there was no big fuss. No farewell party or gifts, no long conversation. Just a quick handshake and the statement "You are the most useful faggot I have ever known." Due to the prenuptial agreement that Chad had forced on Chris, ownership of the house and the majority of Chris's money had passed to Chad after the divorce. Chris now lived in a cockroach-infested one-bedroom apartment. During the day he worked in a fast food restaurant. But because the little money he had was barely enough, he had found another way to earn a few dollars: at night he would invite creepy, ugly guys over and let them fuck him for money. He hated it. But when he closed his eyes and imagined that it was Chad who was fucking him, he could bear it. Chad had completely cut off contact with Chris. Sometimes Chris would look at pictures of him and his new family on social media and jerk off. That was all he had left of him.

THE END