Chapter 3

I'd arranged my flight and Hans' to arrive in San Diego about twenty minutes apart, with mine arriving first, since neither Greg or Karen had ever seen Hans. Karen sent Greg to the airport to pick us up. He knew what I looked like, I'd starred in enough porn movies with his wife, though I wondered if he ever actually looked at my face.

Greg was only a couple inches taller than Karen, so about 5-9, slim build, sandy hair. No one could accuse him of being a gym rat. More like a video gamer. Handsome enough, I guess, in an androgynous, almost effeminate way. I could see why Karen might want to sissify him. He might be cute dressed as a woman.

I didn't know how Karen planned for me to deal with him, so I was vaguely neutral, giving him a brief hello and handed him my carry on. I didn't plan on wearing that much in the way of clothes, even if I was going to be here six days. Maybe a night or two at a restaurant. Mostly, I planned to be shoving my cock as deep as I could into Greg's wife and planting my seeds.

Hans' plane was five minutes early, so the wait was even shorter than I'd planned for. Hans had brought some tools of his trade, so we had to collect his stuff at baggage claim. Hans was six or more inches taller than Greg and it looked like you could have stuffed two of Greg in him. Greg seemed even smaller standing next to him. I'd spent about a half hour on the phone with Hans letting him know what was going on and why.

"Is this the cuckold whose wife we will be breeding?" Hans asked as we waited for the luggage in his heavy accent.

"It is. He was foolish enough to give me his wife's pussy, so I don't let him in it anymore unless he wears a condom. She wants a superior male breeding her."

"He is a tiny boy. No wonder. We will find uses for him other than breeding her. He can prepare us, perhaps. He looks like he might be a good cocksucker."

Greg blushed in embarrassment.

"Did Karen tell you that you'd be preparing her and us for her breeding?" I asked. "And performing clean up duty afterwards?"

"Yes, sir."

"If you're going to surrender your wife's pussy, you should be good for something," I said. He seemed to be in a cuckold frame of mind already, so Karen had prepared him, as had all the weekly movies he'd had of me fucking her. "Is your worthless dick locked up?"

"Yes, sir. Mistress said it was to remain locked up until there was no possibility of me getting her pregnant."

Mistress. Karen had taken it up a notch; now in full charge of their relationship. You probably had to if you were going to make Greg into a sissy, rather than just a cuckold.

Hans' luggage arrived and he handed the clothes to Greg, while he took his portable massage table and bag of supplies. I doubted Greg could have carried it without dragging it on the ground. Greg led us to his car in short term parking. We stuffed our things in it and Greg headed out of the airport to his home, which was north of the airport, in or near Clairemont, about halfway between San Diego International and the Marine Corps Air Station in Miramar.

"What do you do for a living, Greg?" I asked.

"Technical writer."

"Can you do that from home, or are you taking time off so you can watch your wife be bred?"

"I work from home, though I'm also taking vacation time. Mistress expects me to wait on you while you're here."

"Nice," Hans said. "This will be like a vacation, with lots of sex. I hope you are up for it, little man."

"Yes, sir."

We arrived at his house and it was an older ranch style of about 1700 square feet. There was no one home.

"Where's your wife, Greg?"

"Grocery shopping, sir. She didn't get in until late last night."

"Put my clothes in the master bedroom. You've moved out, right?"

"Yes, sir. I'm in the guest room."

"Put Hans' things in there with you. He's going to be bunking with you when he's not fucking your wife. I'm her primary breeder. He's secondary, and except when he's fucking her, I don't want him in bed with me. Not really into sleeping with men in my bed. Karen told me you'd be keeping him satisfied at night. She said she's been fucking your ass with a strap on to prepare you."

He looked at Hans gigantic frame and gulped. "Yes, sir."

"Do not worry, sissy boy. I will not break you," Hans said. "I know how to take care of my bitches."

Greg put our stuff away, as we sat down in the living room, coming back in a cute little black maid's uniform with a very short skirt, and pink ruffled panties over his cock cage with cum slut printed on the front of them. All of his body hair had been shaved off that I could see, or he didn't have any to begin with.

"May I get you a drink, sirs, while we wait for Karen?" Greg asked.

"Black Jack over ice," I said, "if you have it, otherwise any other whiskey of similar quality."

"Would Crown Royale be sufficient, sir?"

"That's fine."

"And for you, sir?" Greg asked Hans.

"My body is a temple and I don't pollute it with alcohol. I was expecting to fuck someone when I got here, so my dick is hard. I've been saving up my fuck juice for your wife's breeding. Get Brick his drink, then suck my cock. I need some relief."

Greg's eyes shot to the huge bulge in Hans' tracksuit and gulped again. He disappeared and came back with a highball tumbler with the amber liquid. He handed me the glass and approached Hans, who was leaning back with his arms spread out on the sofa.

Greg tugged Hans' pants down to his ankles, releasing his cock. He knelt down and started sucking

"Not bad, sissy boy. Not great either, but you'll learn."