A very important
detail for those who are reading both My New Personal Assistant and HomHS:

These two books are
happening simultaneously, but in My New Personal Assistant, it is still only
November 2019, while in HomHS, it is March 2020 (you can see this best in Nate's story ch. 1)

This story is part of Project
Cheaters (2020)
Trigger warning for this / future
chapters: BDSM, cheating, seducing the brother-in-law, turning gay,
trauma, PTSD, mentioning of homophobia.
All characters are consenting adults (18+)

One more thing… I will not lie to you… this chapter gets dark… very dark… proceed with caution.

There is much love these two share and will share, but it won't be pretty all the time, and as we established, there is depravity in Nate he craves, and rage in Rick that is meeting this in ways some of you may not understand or accept.

RICK

Monday, March 30th, 2020. 6 am.

Nate lay next to me, but I felt grumpy instead of hugging him close. Well, that’s not accurate. I felt furious, scared, and mad. I don’t know why. I just did.

I felt like a little kid throwing a tantrum and destroying everything just so the thing I feared and dreaded won’t come true.

I tried to breathe and not run away before I hurt my feelings or someone else’s.

Just breathe, Rick! You promised you wouldn’t run away! I thought to myself. I fucking promised I wouldn’t run!

I was stuck and frustrated. Ashley is coming in three hours! I knew I could just enjoy this morning, but no matter how rational I tried to see it, I couldn’t swallow the pain inside.

I stood up and went to shower. I was fidgeting and swearing the whole time, trying not to punch a hole in the wall.

When I finished and returned, Nate was already up and looking at me with a sad smile. He got it quickly. No stupid questions. Nothing he already hadn’t known the answer to. He just brushed my stomach with his hand and went silently into the bathroom himself.

“Clean yourself properly, boy. I need you badly.” My voice was deep with pain and anger.

“With pleasure, sir.” Did he try to tell me he understood that I would fuck him rough and hard and that we wished to take it? I hope I understood his answer correctly cos I need my vengeance and to fucking hate-fuck him now.

I pulled the blankets down and wanted to take rope but realized we could not make marks anymore. This just infuriated me even more. I took out a lube and paced around the room, drinking water, trying not to throw it to the wall and smash it into pieces. Fuck I don’t remember the last time I was this angry and scared of something ahead of me. He should have let me leave yesterday!

Nate came back ten minutes before seven. Two hours. I counted like a madman feeling the pressure of her existence. He watched me take a sip and then took it from my hand. Gulped down the rest and laid the bottle on the table. He looked at me, knowing he was at my mercy. But I didn’t have any mercy in me at that moment! Not one tiny little bit! This man got me to the edge and enjoyed all my wrath and anger I bestowed upon him.

In a swift rough move, I took his throat with my hand and smashed him with two steps into the wall behind him. Then, I launched on his lips, and my tongue ruthlessly invaded his mouth and squeezed his throat. I pulled his towel from his waist. His dick was already raging hard.

“On your knees, boy.” Nate slid down to my legs without a word and engulfed my semi-hard dick. Sucking like it was his last meal, licking and bobbing his head so eagerly that in a few moments, I felt him gulping my fully grown and hard cock into his throat, and enormous amounts of saliva were spread all over my cock and hanging balls swaying into his chin as I started fucking his face deep. I took his jaw and pinned him to the wall while I ravaged his mouth. Nate looked at me and just took it. By the way, his dick was leaking when I pulled out he must have fucking loved it.

A stream of saliva went out his throat with my dick as he spasmed. I rubbed it into his face, slapping him harder than I initially wanted as his face turned to the side. He looked back at me with hunger! I fucking loved this masochistic side of him right now! I needed him like this right now!

"Stand up bitch." I took him up by his hair and turned him around, slapping his butt.

“Arch your back.” I slapped again. “More, slut!” I growled.

I went for the lube and watched his back muscles flex as his chest was pressed to the wall, his back bent so that his rock-hard glutes were pointing out for me, and his beautiful pink boy-pussy was waiting for me eagerly.

He looked at me and put his arms behind his back, looking at me sideways as his head and chest were the only stable points on the wall holding him from falling. I came to him and stuck lubed fingers into his crack. He moaned.

“Thank you, sir.” “Please, sir, use me. Fuck me. Punish that hole!”

I was crazy with overwhelming feelings. Anger, fear, sadness, and fucking rage, but most of all, I felt brokenhearted, and he was the reason!

I took my cock and lubed it, ramming it fast and deep into his hole. His head shook, and he screamed in pain.

“Be fucking careful what you wish for. I have so much rage in me now, you wouldn’t be able to walk for days if I decided to punish you.” I growled into his ear as I pulled his head back by the hair while brutally thrusting into him again.

I held his hip and took most of my dick out just to ram it back in again. He exhaled and gritted his teeth.

“Or, is that what you wanted all this time, whore? You want to punish yourself for making me live through this mess I call my life now?”

I was longdicking him harder and harder each time.

“You want to feel me every time you'll speak with your wife and every time you sit on that slutty ass of yours?”

“Yes, sir, I really do!”

“Then don’t worry, boy, you will feel me.” I rammed into him hardest ever, and he started to moan and shake. Then I changed the pace and began with fast trusting, pulling his hair back until I ravaged his mouth with my tongue.

As I slowed a little, I spoke right into his ear.

“Don’t worry, boy. I will fuck that hungry boy-pussy with her right in the house. I will take you, slam you into the wall, and pound you so hard you will beg me to cover your screaming mouth! Then I will breed that cumdump of yours and make you keep it there while you will go back to that bitch you call your wife, knowing that you are the” I rammed into him hard with each next word “fucking, slutty, cum-hungry wife of mine. And you can’t get enough of this fucking dick.”

I was getting close. I felt my balls tighten, and I was starting to shake.

“Say it as I'll breed you whore!” I was fucking him deep and fast, and he stammered:

“I am your fucking, cum-hungry wife! I can’t get enough of your fucking dick, sir!”

I listened to every word as my balls let go and sent me into oblivion, shaking and blacking out as I cum so hard, I screamed, seemingly for hours.

When I came back to my senses, I was holding him close to me, arms around his shoulders and neck. I was shaking slightly as I pulled out and watched his pussy gape, holding my cum in.

“Keep that cum in, boy. I will fuck you today, and I want to feel that as I will do it.

“Yes, sir. Can I cum, sir?”

In the haze of fucking him, I haven’t realized he didn’t come too. Good. I thought.

“You will, boy. But your wife will be in the next room, and I will watch your face as you will do everything you can not to scream.” I whispered into his ear and then licked it.

He sighed and looked at me with a disappointed smile.

I had to kiss him.

We showered again and dressed.

“Nathaniel,” I started, calmer and a bit remorseful, although still frustrated, “I need to be sure of one thing.”

He looked at me.

“If you ever feel I am crossing your line and hurting you, I have to be sure you will tell me.”

“I would tell you, Richard.” I believed he meant it. Still, the amount of rage this guy could take… Maybe he is not sexually attracted to any sex, but whoever can punish him in the right way.

As we went down to have breakfast Nate's phone rang. He cursed and looked at me.

“It’s my secretary. If she calls me before nine, it means it’s crucial. I have to take this. I am sorry.”

“Sure, I understand. Do you want me to bring you something to eat?”

“That would be amazing. Thank you, Richard.”

He kissed me for the longest time on those stairs. We both knew this might be the last but hoped it won't. Then he picked up his phone and called her back as he went up to his room where he usually works since the beginning of lockdown.

I felt shitty. Honestly, I wanted some normal interaction before Ashley came. Not to end it on the hate-fuck.

This day is getting worse by the minute.

I made us breakfast and coffee. I brought his plate over into his room just to see him immersed in the screen before him, talking with his secretary in a calm but concerned voice.

He mouthed ‘Thank you’ as he took the mug and plate, but I could clearly see he was busy even eating right now.

I left and went to eat by myself, trying to plan the day and be productive. At least to be able to concentrate on anything else than how little time I have before Ashley comes.

I was working just a few minutes in my room when someone knocked on the door from the hall.

I opened it, and Nate stood there with a sad smile, telling me Ashley just came and he would take her suitcase. I nodded. He went down and put on the mask to greet her from a distance.

Ashley looked nice in her usual perfect appearance, with her hair in a sleek ponytail. Her grey eyes, the same as mine, looked at Nate with such appreciation and love that it made me put my arms around myself as I watched them.

Even though they kept their distance, they both seemed genuinely happy to see each other and care for one another. As she greeted him, she looked up and saw me. I don’t know how exactly I was looking, but because I didn’t have a mask on, I don’t think I could adequately conceal my disappointment from her return. Ashley's eyes grew cold as she looked at me, and with a stern wave, she disappeared into her office – the room she would stay in for the next two weeks.

Nate went up with her suitcase and put it in the corner of their room.

“Is everything ok?”

“Pretty much. I don’t think she is happy being confined there, but it's better than quarantining with strangers somewhere.”

“Sure. How about you?” I asked him

He looked troubled, but I don’t know if it was because of me or work.

“I don’t know, lots of things on my mind right now.”

I nodded. “Me too.”

“I am sorry, Richard. I will have to bring her something to eat and go straight back to work.”

“Sure, don’t let me stop you.” I turned to go to my room

“Richard, are we ok?”

“I don’t know. I hope so.” I thought about what more to say, but nothing came to mind, so I smiled at him forcefully and walked to my door.

The day dragged on. I felt like nothing today was going well. I replied to a couple of emails but rescheduled all calls and meetings for another day as I thought I was in my “asshole mood” so deep that I worried I could ruin some people’s day, even in a short conversation. At some point, I slammed the laptop shut, took my running shoes and hoodie, and went for a run. I stopped before Nate's door but left him to work in peace.

Hood up, music on loudest my ears could take, and I started running so fast I had to stop after a while just to breathe. Then, thoughts began streaming into my head, and I had to run again. I ended up on that hill we stopped at with Nate. Great. Just what I needed, more reminiscence of us.

Still, I stopped and just looked down at the houses. I hated them without reason; today, I just bathed in hate. Then, I saw the bushes uphill and found the top of that tree with my eyes. I went there. Masochistic and stupid me! I knew that I really had developed feelings for this man in this short time.

I found it easier this time and sat on the ground, realizing how cold it was.

I felt like crying, but no tears were emerging, just sadness, emptiness, and worry. My phone rang. “Nate Hayes,” I read aloud the name on the screen. Then, with no emotion, I picked up.

“Yes?”

“Hi, have you gone somewhere?”

“I went for a run.”

“Oh, okay, sure. Richard, I think it's useless to ask if you are all right, but is there anything I can do to help?”

How fucking generous. I thought, “Not really, Nathaniel. I am just trying my hardest to stay sane.”

There was silence on his side for a moment.

“I understand. Richard, I was just going to cook something. I wanted to ask if you were going to eat with me.”

“Sure. I will come in about twenty minutes.”

“Okay, I will see you then.”

We hung up, and I stood up, looking around for the last time. I wanted to scream, but I just hugged the tree in frustration and sadness and went “home”.

I came in and took off my shoes and hoodie. As I walked into the kitchen, I took out my earpads, watching Nate prepare the food on that counter where I fucked him just a few days prior. He looked at me and smiled.

“Go shower. It will be ready in a few minutes.”

I had another idea. “I will shower after. You continue, boy.” He froze, looking at me, and then glanced with worry at Ashley's door. Yes, he could clearly see them from where he was standing, and I slowly stepped toward him with a menacing look.

“Richard?”

“Sir, boy, and I said continue,” I growled, stepping behind him.

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