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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
FEVERED FALL
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Chapter Twenty-One
There is no more wonderful sight in this world than a stallion, young
and powerful, surging to a gallop as he demonstrates his prowess on the
racetrack.
None, that is, except for a man. Imagine how full of desire I felt as
the men were paraded one by one in the ballroom. I thought to stay in the
holding room with them, but Rebecca, summoned to sit on the lap of the
Prince, asked that I be brought out. I knelt at the foot of Prince HavashÕs
throne. He wore boots. I was given a cloth by a guard and told to kiss and
wipe the PrinceÕs boots. But they were already well polished and when I
failed to comply, just holding the polishing rag in my hand, the Prince
ordered the guard to go fetch the first of the men and not to molest me.
The leather-clad woman appeared, beckoned by the guard. From the
holding room she drew a man. He was the first she had teased. He had a
mesmerized look on his face, for She led him by his penis, her fingers
encircling his stiffness. In her other hand she no longer held shears but,
rather, a riding crop. I trembled when I saw it. Instinctively I grabbed
one of the PrinceÕs legs. I hugged it, feeling his leather boot against my
bare skin. He did not snap at me. Perhaps my fear amused me. I, who had
suffered so much at his hands, was now seeking solace from him! It was
confusing being a slave, one had few saviors, and many tormentors.
ÒOoohsÓ and ÒAaaahsÓ arose from the assembled women as the first
of the men was displayed to their eyes. They had greeted him earlier in
clothes, dressed as they were. They had watched at a distance as he was
stripped and I washed his balls. Now, however, he was threaded between
them, like a dog being taken for a walk amidst guests in a crowded park.
The leather-clad woman lead him. Whenever a woman requested it,
Sabrina, the woman in black leather, halted the man. He was forced to
stand still as his dick was admired. Soft hands touched his penis.
Fingernails intruded one by one into his pee hole. Palms reached beyond
the ring of leather at the base of his dick and squeezed his balls. Even
men could get into the act. Any man who requested to feel the slave was
permitted. It was not considered gay; the male slaves had been selected
because of their fine bodies, particularly that part of themselves sticking
out from between their legs. It was natural for a man to wish to compare
notes.
The men did feel; some roughly, some gently. Many liberties were
permitted the guests, but the slave had to endure all in silence. I
watched, still hugging the PrinceÕs boot. I yearned to be like the men and
show off, yet it was a secret yearning, and I was simultaneously glad that
I was just a girl, with only my buzzing clitty between my legs, and sitting
secure at the PrinceÕs feet. No one could touch me, here, by the PrinceÕs
throne, unless he gave them permission.
When he had been fully scrutinized, when his capacity to serve had
been proven by his ability to hold himself forth, the man was released.
Sabrina let go of his cock. The other guestsÕ hands retreated. But a
further humiliation awaited him. Though no longer being touched, the man
was given a drink and invited to converse with the guests. He blushed. He
had already been told what he would have to do, as he waited in the
holding room. A chamber pot was brought into the ballroom, by the guards,
and set on the floor. As the man conversed, he drank, and as soon as he
finished his drink the guests gave him another. All the while they spoke
to him in the most pleasing tones, as if he were clothed, as if his big
penis werenÕt sticking out all naked and raw. It might have been bearable
if the drinks the man was given were alcoholic. But they werenÕt. Alcohol
might allay his embarrassment. So, while the guests sipped fine
cocktails, enjoying the alcoholic buzz of their drinks, the man was given
fancy, colored drinks, that amounted to little more than water. He was
urged to drink one after another, and as he did, they talked with him. The
men who had so freely fondled his cock spoke to him of sports. The women
discussed the weather, or other things, equally banal, equally pointless,
save for the very pointed image of his poor penis displayed before all their
eyes.
When he could endure no more, the man asked to relieve himself.
ÒWhat? You have to go to the bathroom?Ó a man asked merrily.
ÒYes. If I may,Ó the male slave replied, another drink urged into his
hands, his eyes wandering toward the solace that awaited him at the
chamber pot.
ÒI say! This young fellow says he has to pee!Ó the man shouted. A
titter of laugher went up among the ladies. One of the male guests saw fit
to pass around cigars, which he had been keeping in his coat pocket. A
lighter was shared, the cigars were lit. All the while, the male slave
stood with his cock exposed, twitching with its need.
ÒHe must spend and pee, IÕll bet,Ó a lady said, and requested a man to
allow her to puff upon his cigar. He did, she savored it, rolling it on her
tongue as he held it to her lips.
ÒPrince Havash, shall we let this young man urinate?Ó a male guest
asked the Prince.
ÒIf he cannot hold himself, I suppose we must,Ó Prince Havash
replied. He yawned. He was growing bored with the whole affair, I
guessed.
ÒPee, then,Ó the male guest commanded the slave. ÒBut do not let
your sperm out.Ó
ÒThank God!Ó the slave answered. Immediately he went over to the
chamber pot. The guests followed, and they all stood around admiring him
as he pissed with his admirable cock into the waiting bowl.
I watched each man displayed in turn. My cunny hummed with delight
at the spectacle. Surreptitiously I touched myself, but I feared getting
caught and could only brush, very briefly, the special place between my
legs. At last Robin came out. The guests loved him for his youthfulness. I
felt jealous, watching them touch him. When he peed, I rubbed myself
eagerly, imagining his strong flow to be flooding me. I gasped. Sabrina
heard, somehow, and turned and looked at me. Quickly I drew my hand
away from myself, blushing.
ÒBe good, little one,Ó Prince Havash admonished, sitting high above
me on his throne.
ÒYes, sire,Ó I answered. My voice was meek. Rebecca darted one of
her bare feet forward and kicked me, lightly, along the side of my face. I
looked up at her and she frowned at me, silently. I rubbed my cheek. I
didnÕt have to ask why sheÕd kicked me. I knew. She was as worried as I
that I might get into trouble.
The contest ended with Robin being awarded the blue ribbon. I was
shocked. Other men were bigger, but his youthful charm had, I guessed,
won them over. He was called forth from the holding room. We all
clapped. Even I clapped. Robin grinned. He seemed quite proud of himself,
and his penis. A blue sash was put over his head by two of the ladies. He
wore it across his chest. Upon it was pinned a blue ribbon.
ÒNow you must prove your penisÕs worth, and not just show it off,Ó
Prince Havash ordered. At once the women, up until now models of
decorum, began undressing. The men disrobed too. Robin stood in the
middle of all of them, his blue-ribboned sash draped over his chest, his
penis sticking out like a prong on a hatrack. When everyone was naked
someone produced a bottle of baby oil. Two women knelt in front of Robin
and carefully undid the collar-like leather ring around the base of his dick.
Then, hands began touching Robin everywhere. The guests no longer
confined their explorations to his penis, but felt his buttocks, his chest,
his arms, even his finely chiseled face. Soon afterward the bottle of baby
oil was pointed at him and squirted until it was completely empty, and
Robin was dripping. Hands sluiced in the oil, smoothing it all over him so
that no part of his body, not even the crack of his ass, was left uncoated
by the oil. Robin groaned. He had endured so much, yet now, being felt
everywhere, knowing that wild sex was just around the corner, it took all
his effort and more to keep from losing himself amidst the plethora of
hands that were sleekly admiring him.
When Robin was as wet as if heÕd fallen in a lake, he was ordered to
lie down. He did so, right on the floor, and his cock stuck up like a flag
from the flatness of his belly. A woman, her clothes discarded, sat on his
face. Two other women knelt on either side of his waist. Everyone leaned
in, but a gap was left in the group, so that Prince Havash might see, and
me too. As I watched, my mouth open, my tits trembling and my hands
wedged between my legs, the two women kneeling over RobinÕs groin began
stroking his erection. Now, for the first time of the evening, they asked
him to cum. In fact, they ordered him. Still, Robin was so well-trained by
now, trained to resist, that he held himself back.
ÒNo, you do not understand, my boy,Ó a man said, leaning over Robin.
ÒYou are a slave. You are not merely to abstain from losing your sperm.
You ARE to lose it, whenever and however ordered. It does not belong to
you. If told to hang on to it, you must of course keep it inside you. But if
told to shoot it, you must do so with the same obedience that you earlier
showed by not spurting.Ó
ÒAh! I cannot!Ó Robin gasped. His voice was partly muffled by the
woman sitting on his face. He jerked his loins upward, once, yet the
ministrations of the womenÕs hands still did not bring forth his seed.
ÒThen whip him!Ó the man ordered. Did I sense a secret delight in
the manÕs voice? At once, the women got up from Robin. Even the woman
sitting on his face rose up, leaving him lying there on the floor, gasping.
I watched with fearful eyes as guards came into the room. They
dragged Robin to his feet and marched him over to a trestle that, even
now, was being carried into the room by several other guards. Robin was
put against the trestle. It had two parts; the standard saw horse part,
plus an upper part, a wooden frame. Robin would be bound standing up, and
leaning forward. He was. They had no consideration for his dick which,
still erect, protruded over the leather seat of the trestle. RobinÕs legs
were spread and his ankles were bound to the legs of the trestle. I saw,
between his thighs, his balls resting hard against the trestleÕs seat. He
looked like he had a big water balloon wedged between his legs. RobinÕs
arms were uplifted and chained to the upper part of the wooden frame, the
part that leaned back away from the trestle, drawing Robin with it, and
exposing his back and buttocks. Robin looked frantically over his shoulder.
His back was strong. He yanked at the chains that held his wrists to the
upright whipping frame, but the neither the chains nor the frame itself
budged. He flexed his bare buns. Sabrina, still carrying her riding crop,
was given the honor of punishing Robin. She sauntered forward, eying the
boyÕs behind as I clapped my hands over my eyes and refused to look.
ÒThen we are agreed?Ó I heard above me. There was no answer
spoken, but instead I heard a kiss, wetly applied. The next thing I heard
was: ÒAh, she dares not look, she loves him so.Ó It was spoken by a
woman, out in the crowd, but the Prince heard it and must have leaned
forward, regarding his boots, and me beside them, crouched low, rabbit-
like. One of my arms was still hooked around his leg, feeling the slick
leather of his boot, as I pressed my hands hard to my eyes and wished I
had two more hands to put over my ears. And one for my mouth, so I could
scream unabated, and not make myself appear girlish and foolish.
Soft feet dropped to the floor beside me. I was surprised to hear
them; I wedged apart two of my fingers and peeked out. It was my aunt,
standing before the Prince. She had slid down off her lap. Distractedly
her fingers toyed in the bush of her pubis. I sensed that she yearned to
plunge her fingers between her legs, and rub her sex freely, but that it
was not permitted.
ÒStand up, Chloe,Ó my aunt said in a soft voice. There was an odd air
of command to it. I opened my wedged-apart fingers wider, and looked up
through them at her. She stood over me naked, her tits with erotically
sprouted nipples, her breath coming in short, desire-laden gasps. ÒChloe!Ó
she said more strongly, her voice high pitched, almost frantic. Her fingers
dipped lower upon the sweet mound of her bush. She reached down. Her
breasts bobbled before my eyes and she grabbed one of my arms. She
yanked me to my feet with a strength and a determination I had not known
her to possess before.
I gazed at the Prince. He smiled at me, but his eyes gleamed
wickedly, like those of a wolf eyeing prey. The next thing I knew Robin
had been untied, and was standing near me, and Jim Rutland had been
brought forth from the holding room.
The Prince turned his gaze to Jim, who was the oldest of the four of
us standing in our bare skins before him. I saw that JimÕs obscene leather
cock collar had been removed. JimÕs face looked haggard. He gazed at the
Prince with his usual boldness but I sensed he was overwhelmed by
something. His penis looked marvelously erect, as did RobinÕs. It was
coated from its head to its base with vaseline. It gleamed like a newly
polished lance. Robin was covered completely with vaseline, as if perhaps
he needed to slip his hole body through something tight. My cunny yearned,
gazing at him. I would splay myself for him, impossibly wide, and my
whole being would be filled not just with his cock, but with every fiber of
his muscled body.
ÒSire,Ó Jim Rutland said. His voice had a kind of gasping quality to
it, as if he were having trouble breathing. His chest heaved as he spoke.
His penis, enflamed as IÕd never seen it before, throbbing mightily, looked
at the brink of spending.
ÒYes?Ó Prince Havash asked. His voice was nonchalant. He had a
drink resting on the arm of his throne and he lifted it to his mouth and
sipped it. His eyes fell to JimÕs penis.
ÒI am-- I mean, I was-- in the holding room. We were being
serviced. I was about to...Ó Jim said. His voice broke off. I needed no help
in knowing what he was saying. He had been on the brink of release, when
the Prince had called him forth.
ÒHow is your bottom?Ó the Prince asked. ÒTurn around. Let me
see?Ó
JimÕs eyes widened. He turned and showed the Prince his perfect,
compact cheeks. There was a light fuzz of hair on them and, hanging
between his thighs, his balls looked heavy and tight. A red blush still
remained on JimÕs ass where Mrs. Hatami, adding to his earlier
punishments, had spanked him with the belt.
ÒSire, my... bottom is all right,Ó Jim stammered. He squeezed his
ass cheeks and threw both his hands forward and grabbed his dick, as if he
were about to urinate. ÒItÕs my cock thatÕs dying!Ó
ÒTake your hands away!Ó the Prince ordered. JimÕs arms slackened.
His hands fell from his cock. He turned, again faced us, and thrust himself
quite openly at the Prince. How odd it looked, one man presenting his cock
to another, literally stabbing the air with it, as if begging to fuck him! I
thought the Prince would be insulted, but he only stared at Jim, and sipped
his drink. At last the Prince put his drink back down on the arm of his
chair, and said:
ÒMr. Rutland. May I call you Jim? My worthless brother warned you
that the time would come when you wished you had no penis at all. That
time is now. I am going to give you something more torturous than being a
slave. I am going to give you your freedom.Ó
I gasped. Jim did too, but he continued to strain his hips forward, as
if, in addition to giving him his freedom, the Prince might also jerk him
off.
The Prince lifted a finger. ÒNot your complete freedom, however. I
am going to provide you, Rebecca, little Chloe here, and Robin with a
private cabin. It is located many miles from here, but it is equipped with
the latest, state of the art video equipment. Everything you do there will
be filmed. However, you will be free to do as you wish. If, that is, you can
reach your destination without spending. You, and Robin also, must keep
your sperm in your balls until you arrive. Otherwise, you will be given
over to my guards, who are dying to have you.Ó The Prince looked at Robin.
ÒBoth of you,Ó he said.
ÒOh, God!Ó Robin cried. ÒPut me back on the rack! I donÕt care! I
canÕt keep my sperm in my balls anymore!Ó He grabbed at his dick. He
thrust his hips forward. Instinctively I darted away from him. He looked
as if he was going to let loose a flood of pee, right on me! My aunt turned
and slapped Robin hard on his bare chest. Robin shouted. Startled, he
dropped his hands to his sides. I stared at Rebecca. She seemed surprised
at how quickly and forcefully sheÕd acted. I sensed a jealousy within me.
Did she love Robin like I did?
ÒYou will all be given clothes, and you will dress, right here, in front
of us all,Ó the Prince said. ÒThen you will be escorted to a car, and my
guards will accompany you, to insure you donÕt play with yourselves.Ó He
laughed. But groans went up from his guests, for they had been looking
forward to seeing Robin whipped and made to cum.
ÒI want to spank his ass!Ó Sabrina said.
ÒI want to feel him spurt in my face!Ó a woman gushed.
ÒWe have plenty of slaves at our disposal, ladies,Ó the Prince said.
ÒBut as for these four, they have a specially hard road ahead for
themselves. Hours in a car, clad in tight jeans, all four of them.Ó He
laughed again. He looked at me. ÒChloe, donÕt you feel lucky?Ó he asked.
ÒIt is because youÕre so beautiful that IÕm giving you your own cabin.Ó
ÒItÕs because you know weÕll fuck like animals, and youÕll be able to
sell the tape,Ó Jim said. I looked at him, wide-eyed. Would we fuck like
animals? I gulped. Yes, we would. He was more honest with himself than
I was, always tangling myself in girlish white lies.
ÒThe price of oil is depressed at the moment,Ó the Prince said to
Jim. ÒYou should look forward to the opportunity to serve my kingdom in
so profitable a manner.Ó
ÒOh! What if boys in America see me?Ó I gasped. The thought of
being given complete privacy, to perform acts which might afterwards be
seen by anyone, shocked me. I looked at my aunt. She dropped her eyes,
and gazed at her feet. Her fingers still played in her bush. But she did not
touch herself where she needed it most. Much later I remembered I had
offered myself to cameras once before, at HeleneÕs. But she was a much
more discreet host than this stupid Prince Havash was.
I sat between Jim and Robin in the car. It was a stretch limo. It
accommodated the guards as well as ourselves. Rebecca sat by Robin, next
to the door. I wished she had been put beside Jim instead, for in her
nervousness (or was it something more?) she stroked RobinÕs thigh with
her hand.
My eyes flitted from one manÕs groin to the other. Both looked
tremendously full, as if a cucumber and eggs had been stuffed into the
front of each manÕs pants. Jim tried to look relaxed by giving me an
occasional smile, otherwise directing his gaze out the window. But,
sitting so close, I could feel a trembling in his body, as if there were a
shuddering spring wound tight in him, that was aching to be released.
A strangeness enveloped me. Despite my harsh treatment in Quatar,
everywhere I had gone I had been constantly complimented on my beauty. I
had been clothed in it, wearing my naked skin as most people wear fine
garments they buy on Fifth Avenue. But now I was dressed, and my clothes
distracted me. They hid my loveliness from the two men I wanted most in
the world. At any other time I might have tolerated the clothes. A pair of
jeans, after all, tightly worn, reveals much. But I was so used to being
utterly free, to presenting my bare self to whomever cast me the smallest
glance, that it was a trial to sit there in that car, wearing jeans. A t-
shirt, unadorned, hugged my upper body. My bosoms pressed tightly into it,
pushing the shirt forth into twin globes. I wore no bra and my nipples
perked into the shirt. It was a simple covering, yet too much, in my
excited state, and I wanted it off right away.
Rebecca squirmed. I looked across at her. She wore her hair in a
scarf, to keep herself correct in the eyes of Moslem observers. I was only
13, still able to evade such laws, according to the Prince. Perhaps he
liked the contrast we offered; myself with my hair flowing in blonde
abundance down over my shoulders, Rebecca sitting primly, her hair pinned
neatly up under a scarf. Otherwise she was dressed in jeans, like me, and
a t-shirt, but she had a small leather coat pulled over the shirt, again for
modesty. Both Robin and Jim wore jeans and bright polo shirts. RobinÕs
green, JimÕs blue.
Our limo passed through a small village. Chickens, pecking in the
road, scattered before our car. It slowed to wait for children, playing
soccer in the dirt street, to pick up their ball and scuttle away. We rolled
on, out into the desert, nothing but barren sand for miles around. In the
car all was cool, quiet. I could hear Jim and Robin breathing. On the other
side of the metal walls that enclosed us the temperature was well over
100.
A guard opened a small bottle. He smiled at the man sitting beside
him, who smiled back. They both wore swords around their waists and I
hoped they didnÕt have any plans for them. As it turned out, the swords
might have been quick and easy to bear.
ÒOpen your trousers,Ó the guard said to Jim.
ÒHuh?Ó Jim asked.
ÒUnzip yourself,Ó the guard ordered.
ÒHot dog!Ó Robin exclaimed. Immediately he pulled down the zipper
over his groin. His thing popped through the opening of his undone zipper.
The men wore no underpants. The Prince had prohibited them.
To my delighted surprise, I watched as both men unzipped
themselves. RobinÕs cock pulsed in the open air, free of his pants. JimÕs
remained stuck in his pants, too big to come through the unzipped fly.
The guard leaned forward. In his hand he held the bottle.
ÒWhatÕs that?Ó Jim asked.
ÒYouÕll feel soon enough,Ó the guard said.
ÒIs it water?Ó Robin asked. ÒYou can pour water on my dick if you
like. ItÕs feeling pretty hot!Ó
I wondered if Robin hoped the sensation of the water pouring over
his dick would cause him to spurt. He was young. Even though cumming
was expressly prohibited, perhaps he hoped he could blame the whole thing
on the guard.
ÒItÕs not water,Ó the guard replied.
ÒOh,Ó Robin said.
The guard titled the bottle over JimÕs lap. A brown fluid emerged
from the mouth of the bottle. It spilled into JimÕs open fly.
ÒHey!Ó Jim blurted.
ÒHold still,Ó the guard said. I donÕt want to spill it all over your
pants. ItÕs expensive.Ó
ÒAck! SoÕs my dick!Ó Jim retorted. The guard continued to pour. I
saw JimÕs face twist into a frown.
ÒOh, Jim! WhatÕs happening?Ó I cried.
ÒItÕs...Ó Jim gasped. He could have easily batted the bottle away
with his hands, but it would have meant the sword for his penis instead.
So he endured, as the guard with the bottle filled up his trouser hole with
fluid. ÒGod! I feel like my dick is itching!Ó Jim announced.
ÒYour dick should be itching,Ó the guard said. There was a smug grin
on his face. ÒBut donÕt scratch it. You must suffer, and think always of
your penis, until we reach the cabin and you can find relief.Ó
ÒOh, shit! I was already thinking about my penis. Now IÕm dying!Ó
Jim gasped. He squirmed on the seat.
I clapped my hands to my face. But Rebecca saw possibilities in the
bottle, and smiled.
ÒPlease, let me do him. If he must be done,Ó Rebecca said to the
guard. She was speaking of Robin, who innocently sat between us with his
penis sticking out of his pants.
ÒAlright,Ó the guard said. He handed the bottle to Rebecca. ÒIt is
good that you cooperate,Ó he said. Robin watched, wide-eyed, as did I.
Rebecca sniffed the bottleÕs open mouth. Smelling nothing overtly
harmful, she looked at Robin. Her eyes gleamed mischievously.
ÒHold your dick still, dear, while I give you the PrinceÕs newest
test,Ó Rebecca told Robin.
ÒGood lord! DonÕt tell me youÕre enjoying this?Ó Jim Rutland, sitting
across from me, yelled to my aunt.
ÒJust a little,Ó Rebecca replied. ÒEven though we are slaves, you are
male slaves, and Chloe and I are female. Plus, you would do us no favors if
you saw that phalluses had to be put into us.Ó
ÒAh, God!Ó Jim shouted. He squirmed as the sensuous itching lotion
burned into the flesh of his cock. I looked at the guards. I felt such pity
for Jim! He had such a big one! To think how he must feel, jammed into
his jeans, with his cock afire!
ÒMy he at least pull his dick out of his pants?Ó I asked the guards.
ÒPerhaps the air would cool it a little.Ó
ÒYou may pull it out,Ó one of the guards told me. ÒBut do not rub him.
Just release him, from his pants, if that is indeed what he wishes.Ó
Jim rolled his eyes. The last thing he wanted, IÕm sure, was to show
off his penis to our captors. But he couldnÕt stand being stuffed into his
jeans, and now the itching lotion was causing him agony. He looked at me
with beseeching eyes.
ÒYes,Ó Jim said. ÒPull it out.Ó He glanced at the guards, sitting
across from us, and at the swords they wore. I gulped, as nervous as he,
and leaned over him and dug into his fly for his cock. It felt like a big
sausage in there, trapped and pulsing. Like a snake, caged, dying to spurt
out its deadly venom.
Our car travelled through miles of open desert. On either side of me,
sticking up palm-like, were the penises of Jim and Robin. At last I saw
real palms, in the distance.
ÒAn oasis!Ó I cried. I pointed at the palms that stood tall amidst the
wasteland of shimmering sand. I giggled at the thought of leaving the
desert, and being totally surrounded and flanked and submerged in a
thicket of long, thick objects.
ÒPalms to the left of me. Palms to the right of me. Palms over my
head!Ó I shouted. I pressed my hands to the limoÕs seat. I bounced up and
down.
ÒBe good, Chloe,Ó my aunt admonished.
ÒIÕve always wanted to live in an Oasis, ever since I heard the band,Ó
I said.
ÒI donÕt think... that there are any British bands here,Ó Robin said.
His voice was haggard. He squirmed beside me. Even though he and Jim
were both older than me, both men found it impossible to sit still. My
aunt didnÕt scold them. She knew it would have been fruitless. The
guards, watching us, had no objection, as long as the men didnÕt
masturbate.
Jim and Robin still wore their pants, but both of them offered their
cocks to our eyes. They were desperate. Their cocks were slathered with
the itching lotion. Each man stabbed at the cool air of the limo with his
penis, repeatedly lifting his hips up off the seat. They groaned, like
penitents in Hell.
My aunt laughed.
ÒYou boys should have used the bathroom before we left the palace,Ó
my aunt said.
ÒWhat?Ó Jim asked. His voice was distracted. All he could think
about was his dick! He shifted his weight on the seat. His penis arched up
like a spear. He was oozing pre-cum from his cockÕs peehole. Only the
pre-cum, sliding down the sides of his dick, offered any hope of relief
from the itching lotion that covered his manhood.
ÒIt isnÕt funny, what weÕre going through,Ó Robin complained. I
looked from one manÕs cock to the other; JimÕs now stood up out of his fly,
just like RobinÕs, and they were both oozing pre-cum. Across from the
men sat our three guards. Each one had a sword, and permission to cut off
the penis of either Robin or Jim, if he should touch himself. They were
openly amused at the predicament of my friends. They obviously hoped for
a chance to lop off their dicks.
ÒAh, God!Ó Jim groaned. He arched his hips up; as if to stab into the
ceiling over our heads.
ÒNow are you beginning to wish you didnÕt have a penis?Ó one of the
guards, who had poured the lotion into JimÕs pants, asked him.
ÒA... Almost!Ó Jim confessed. The guard grinned at him, fingering his
sword.
ÒYou have the power in your hands to relieve yourself of your
distress,Ó the guard said. ÒI have cotton, bandages, and pain killer with
me. Just fondle yourself, and I will remove all your problems.Ó
ÒNo!Ó Jim gasped.
I glared at the guard. ÒYouÕre evil,Ó I said. He appeared nonplussed.
ÒIÕm an Arab. Jim is a white man,Ó the guard answered.
ÒWhatÕs that have to do with it?!Ó I said. My voice was frantic. I
was scared to death that Jim or Robin would frig himself. I would have
fondled them both myself, but I was frightened of the guards. I knew they
would cut me apart just as quickly as theyÕd cut Jim or Robin.
ÒThere should be no infidels in our Kingdom,Ó the Arab guard told me.
He leered at me, then added. ÒExcept a few white female slaves.Ó
I cringed. I said nothing. I prayed the guards lived up to the PrinceÕs
rules; if we obeyed, no harm would come to us. I looked at my aunt,
fearfully. I saw she was sitting hunched down on the seat.
ÒAuntie, donÕt touch them,Ó I warned her, speaking of our friends Jim
and Robin.
ÒI wonÕt,Ó Rebecca replied. Her voice was a murmur, nothing more.
She was amused by the menÕs penises, but knew that there was a terror
underlying it all, a terror that could have dire consequences for us if we
disobeyed.
ÒYeeehoooch!Ó Robin said. He continued to squirm. The lotion was
all over his dick. My aunt had done a great job of wetting every inch of his
skin. His cock head, right down to the base of his dick, gleamed with an
otherworldly glow. He wriggled his hips on the seat. He thrust upward
repeatedly with his dick, which stood exposed, hoping the air might cool
him. Only the pre-cum, oozing from his pee slit, gave any hope of relief
from the itchy lotion. I wanted to bend over and lick his dick, lollipop-
style, but I feared the guards would cut off my tongue.
ÒPlease hang on, Robin!Ó I urged. I clasped his hand. He gripped my
fingers. He looked into my eyes. Oh, how I yearned to kiss him! Especially
his poor cock! I fought with myself. How I wished to help him, no matter
the cost!
As I gripped RobinÕs hand, our limo pulled under the shady canopy of
the desert oasis. The palms grew thick and close, and immediately I felt
cooler, even though our limo was air-conditioned. Disappointed looks
crossed the guardsÕ faces as they realized our men would manage to keep
from violating the PrinceÕs rules. Jim and Robin had survived; they would
keep their cocks.
More guards were waiting for us, at the oasis. They stood under the
shade of the palms. Our limo rolled up in front of a squat adobe structure.
I guessed it was the ÒcabinÓ the prince had spoken of. The guards waiting
outside reached for our carÕs doors and opened them for us as the limo
halted.
ÒDamn!Ó one of the guards in our limo muttered.
ÒYou guys lose. We win,Ó I chided him.
ÒShhh!Ó Rebecca scolded me. There was no sense in provoking the
guards, but I couldnÕt help myself. TheyÕd threatened to cut off poor
RobinÕs penis, and JimÕs, and I wanted them to know that we had bested
them.
We got out. Immediately I felt the desert heat upon me. Children,
standing in the road, stared at us. I saw Arab townsfolk peering from the
windows of their homes. They owned modest homes, small mud-brick
buildings like our cabin. The guards who had been waiting for us showed a
grudging respect. Perhaps they thought Jim or Robin would break, and
would arrive dickless. As it was, both men got out of the limo displaying
massive hard ons; they were proud theyÕd survived the journey, but
embarrassed as heck to be showing off their penises to the villagers and
the guards!
ÒThis way,Ó one of the guards said. We were led forward to the
small mud-walled building. He took a ring of keys from his belt. He put
the largest key into the keyhole of the door. It was a big wooden door,
thick and sturdy. He did not turn the key but instead looked at us and said:
ÒMy name is Akbar. I wish for you to undress. Take off everything.Ó
ÒLet us inside,Ó my aunt answered. She looked askance at the
villagers, who stared frankly at us.
ÒNo,Ó Akbar said. ÒYou must undress here, on the doorstep.Ó
ÒSir,Ó Jim said, trying to sound reasonable as he moved his hips back
and forth. ÒSurely you can show some respect for these ladies.Ó
The guard looked at us with gentle eyes, but we were surrounded by
men with swords, and he himself had a sword hanging from his belt. He
grinned. ÒYou will do as I say. Undress now, in front of our humble
villagers, so that your beauty can be admired by them.Ó
ÒDamn!Ó my aunt said. I shivered and looked at her. I didnÕt like the
idea of stripping in front of these obnoxious villagers, who kept staring,
but she positively hated it.
ÒOh. And keep your scarf on,Ó Akbar told my aunt. ÒArab custom.Ó
We stripped. There is no polite way to describe it; we took off our
clothes, every scrap, and handed them over to the guards. Jim and Robin
looked like Greek statues when they were undressed. My aunt got to keep
the scarf that covered her hair, otherwise, she was as naked as me.
ÒNow I will let you inside,Ó Akbar said. He turned the key in the
door. But before pushing the door open, he said, ÒIn here, you will face the
ultimate humiliation. It is because you will be free to do as you wish. If
the villagers hear you scream through the open windows of this cabin, it
will be because of what you yourselves choose to do to each other.
ÒEverything you do here will be filmed, and watched by those at the
palace. You will have no privacy, even though it might seem that you do,
because, within these four walls, you will be left to yourselves.Ó
Jim frowned. ÒAre you saying that weÕre going to be left alone?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Akbar said.
Robin reached for my hand and squeezed it.
ÒSounds like a honeymoon,Ó Robin said hopefully. I blushed; I knew
where his hard on would be if that were the case!
Akbar swung the door to the cabin open. ÒHowever,Ó Akbar said.
ÒThis cabin is no ordinary home, or even an ordinary honeymoon suite. It
is designed, completely and totally, for the maximum infliction of pain.Ó
My heart missed a beat. I felt my breath catch in my throat. Within
the mud-walled structure, I saw an array of evil-looking equipment. It
gleamed, like a wet spiderÕs web, waiting for prey. I felt Robin squeeze
my hand, hard, and the pressure of his grip was so tight a short scream
was forced from my throat. Immediately I turned, blushing, and gazed at
the homes across the street. The villagers stood waiting, silently
watching, gazing with their brown eyes in their brown faces at my bare
white skin and my long blonde mane of hair. Did they find my pale,
unmarked bottom amusing? I wondered. And RobinÕs? We stood like
white-tailed rabbits at the door to the above-ground dungeon, looking in,
like frightened children on our first day of school.
It would have been different if we were slaves, absolute slaves,
subject to anotherÕs will. But I sensed that the villagers knew that
whatever happened to us in this dungeon would be our own doing. If they
heard me scream, if they heard Robin moan, it would be because weÕd
chosen to be bad, not because anyone had forced us. That made me blush
even more deeply, and I looked at Rebecca hoping to find answers in her
eyes. Instead, I saw the same abject fear, mixed with longing. A kind of
virginal loathing mingled with desire.
Oh, if only I hadnÕt been so in love with Robin! And with Jim! Both
men made me tingle all over, and in the most disquieting parts of myself.
Rebecca too, I saw, was clinging to JimÕs hand, hoping for salvation in his
big body but yearning, too, for release, and for wickedness.
I stepped forward. My bare foot touched the hard, cold floor of the
interior of the building. I wanted to draw it back, not knowing what had
impelled me to enter, but RobinÕs hand pressed to my bottom and urged me
forward. My other foot followed and I was within, his hands wrapped
tightly around my waist. His dick thrust rudely between my legs and
pulsed up against my sex. I looked down. I saw his cockhead sticking out
from between the front of my thighs. It made me look like I was a boy.
ÒMmmm,Ó Robin groaned. He was standing bent-legged behind me,
his chest pressed hard to my back, his muscles hard against my soft skin.
I could feel his chest flex. I felt the hardness of his thighs against the
backs of my legs. Slowly he thrust himself back and forth underneath my
sex. His thick, tube-like penis was jammed harshly against the purse of
my cunt. It felt as if he was trying to fuck me laterally, by wedging the
stem of his cock up hard into the enclasping lips of my sex.
Some of the itching lotion on the staff of his cock rubbed off on my
cuntlips. My sex, already aroused, began to burn.
ÒOh, Robin!Ó I cried. I looked with wide, longing eyes at his
cockhead, still sticking rudely out the front of my tight-pressed thighs.
ÒPut yourself in me first, if you must have me!Ó I felt desperation at his
being so close, yet not thrust into me like he should be.
ÒNo,Ó a female voice said. We both turned, Robin and I, at once. Our
contact was broken. Only the clasping of our two hands remained, my
right in his left. We stood separated, clinging by our fingers, naked as
Adam and Eve, staring as if discovered by God.
It wasnÕt God, of course, who had spoken. It was Rebecca. She had
stepped within the room too, and now stood at the doorway. As she stood
there, framed by the hot bright sunlight of the desert beyond, Akbar closed
the door. It shut, leaving us in semi-darkness. I flinched. Robin did too,
but Rebecca stood unmoving.
Lights in the room came on, automatically. I felt the presence of
eyes watching, of cameras humming. I looked about, frantic to find the
places from which we were being watched by the Prince, back at the
Palace.
ÒThereÕs one!Ó I cried. I saw a small black nozzle placed high up in a
corner, where two walls met. Then I saw another, on the ceiling, and
another, and another! They were everywhere! The floor, the ceiling, the
walls. They were the size of small coins and gleamed opaquely. I felt
them zooming in, focusing, observing. I wondered how many of them were
trained between my legs, on my cunt, burning now from the shunting back
and forth of RobinÕs stiff cock.
Jim stood beside Rebecca. He held her hand. We were all naked and
the men were clearly in agony from the itching lotion that had been spread
upon their dicks.
Rebecca reached for an object on the wall, next to the door. It was a
riding crop. It was made of black leather and about two feet long. It was
hung up on a nail by its looped tip. Rebecca grasped it in her soft hand and
took it down. She brandished it at us.
ÒThereÕs only one way weÕre going to avoid making complete fools of
ourselves,Ó Rebecca said. She pulled off her scarf. She let go of it and it
fluttered to the floor. She looked at us. Her eyes peered into each of us,
one by one, and I was both pleased and shocked that she was taking control
of the situation.
Jim looked around. There were all sorts of evil devices in the room.
Cages, a whipping post, a pillory, a medical examination table, and many
other things, including an assortment of whips hung from the far wall.
There was a trestle, identical to the one Robin had been tied to at the
palace, complete with an upright board behind it. There was also a toilet,
and toilet paper, but I saw no sink. I also saw no bed. There were,
however, several slim mattresses stacked at an angle, standing up against
a wall. I saw cushions but no pillows. I saw an array of lotions and oils
on a small table.
ÒWhat do you suggest?Ó Jim asked. I sensed cameras focussing on
his enlarged, sex-hungry organ as he spoke. It dripped pre-cum onto the
cold concrete floor.
ÒWell, first of all, there will be no sex,Ó Rebecca said primly.
ÒWhat?!Ó Robin groaned. He heaved his hips forward, practically
begging her to take him in hand and jerk him off. Oh, how big he looked! I
longed to disobey Rebecca at once and do whatever I might to relieve him.
ÒWe shall just have to endure our stay here,Ó Rebecca said.
ÒBut I canÕt!Ó Robin groaned. ÒI need to cum NOW!Ó
A smile crossed my auntÕs face. It was, I admit, rather amusing to
see Robin so desperate. She looked at his hard-on with sympathetic eyes.
ÒIÕm afraid you men will have to be put into restraints, and caged,Ó
Rebecca said.
ÒWhat?Ó Jim asked.
Rebecca looked at Jim. I could feel the cameras lingering on her
every private part as she stared at his cock, finally lifting her eyes to his
face. ÒDo you really think you men could spend the night here, perhaps
several nights here, without fucking us?Ó Rebecca asked.
ÒNo. Obviously,Ó Jim said. He offered his penis to her by pushing his
hips forward. Rebecca touched the end of JimÕs penis with her finger.
immediately it became wet from his drooling pre-cum. She took her
finger away and put it to her lips, licked, and smiled.
ÒThatÕs why IÕm going to make you wear restraints, and to get into
those cages,Ó Rebecca said. She pointed. All of us looked. There were a
pair of cages, one on top of the other, in the center of the room. They
were the perfect size to accept a male, provided he sat down in the cage.
In each cage I saw a small bowl, where water or food might be put.
ÒYou want us caged, like animals?Ó Jim asked. Did I sense a quiet
thrill in his voice? I donÕt know. RobinÕs hand tightened upon my own. I
squeezed his in reply, did I wish to encourage him to get into one of the
cages, so he could be held captive by me?
ÒAll three of you will wear restraints,Ó Rebecca said, including me
in her plan, dashing my hopes of being RobinÕs mistress.
ÒOh, auntie!Ó I cried. ÒDonÕt make me be a slave too!Ó
ÒWeÕre all slaves,Ó Rebecca said. ÒBut weÕre going to keep at least a
shred of our dignity.Ó She walked over to a wall where padded leather
cuffs hung amidst whips and paddles. She took down several cuffs, plus a
key hanging on a ring, and locked one of the cuffs around her own wrist.
Then she tried the key in the cuff, and unlocked it. ÒGood,Ó Rebecca said.
ÒHere. I want all three of you to put these cuffs on your wrists and your
ankles. Plus, we have longer ones hanging here too, on the wall, for your
thighs, to be put just above your knees, I assume. And there are cuffs for
your arms, to be locked just above your elbows.Ó
I gaped at the array of cuffs my aunt was now taking down off the
wall. She selected collars too, all of them made of leather, and padded
with fur on the inside. A white one for me, black ones for the men.
Feeling silly, but knowing there was probably good sense in the
matter, we took the cuffs and collars from my aunt. We buckled each
other into them. Robin and Jim helped me. Then I helped them. My aunt
watched, holding the riding crop in her hand that sheÕd taken down from
its hook beside the door.
When we were properly outfitted, Rebecca examined our cuffs. She
put her key into each one, locking it, so we couldnÕt remove them.
ÒVery good,Ó Rebecca said. ÒNow you will all be hobbled with chains.
You will each wear a heavy chain between your ankles. IÕve seen Chloe
tease boys before, and even grown men, and get them to chase her around.
That wonÕt be possible once your feet are locked into chains.Ó
ÒRebecca!Ó Jim protested. ÒDonÕt you think youÕre going too far? I
mean, what if we have to escape?Ó
ÒWeÕre prisoners,Ó Rebecca said. ÒLetÕs be good prisoners, and
hopefully the Prince will be good to us.Ó She put her riding crop to her
lips and gently bit into the looped, leather tip. She looked at Jim with her
big green eyes. I think that is the moment when our plans changed, though
at the time none of us would have been willing to admit that.
The men chained their legs. The chains were big and heavy and Jim
and Robin did most of the work handling them. When my own legs were
bound, and I tried to walk, it was difficult. The chains dragged on the
floor, making my feet feel like lead. Only Rebecca remained uncuffed and
unchained, though she had donned a small collar, from which she hung the
key that might free us all from our bonds.
ÒGet in the cages,Ó Rebecca said.
ÒMe too?Ó I piped up, seeing there were only two. Perhaps I hoped
my aunt would put me into RobinÕs cage.
ÒNo, not you,Ó Rebecca told me. ÒThe men must be fed and watered,
and IÕll need your help with that.Ó
ÒGod, this is ridiculous!Ó Robin said. But I sensed an eagerness in
his movements as he watched Rebecca unlock the cage intended for him,
the top cage, and then as he climbed up into it. He tried to lift his head
once he was inside, and bumped it against the bars forming the roof of his
cage.
ÒOw,Ó Robin whined.
ÒTurn around in there. Sit down,Ó Rebecca ordered. Robin obeyed.
His foot chain clanked against the bars. He sat down with nervous
uncertainty on the bars that formed the floor of his cage. He tried first
sitting with one of the bars jammed between the cheeks of his ass; found
that uncomfortable, and shifted so that his asscrack rested between two
bars. His testicles fell between the bars and hung like ripe fruit into the
cage intended for Jim. His foot chain also hung down between the bars
making up the floor of his cage.
ÒI feel like a dog at the dog pound,Ó Robin muttered. I put my hands
over my mouth and giggled.
At RebeccaÕs urging, and with a patting of her small palm upon his
behind, Jim got into the cage underneath Robin. At once he became aware
of RobinÕs balls hanging down and, more importantly, of the boyÕs cock.
ÒHey! HeÕs dripping pre-cum into my cage!Ó Jim said. Then he tried
lifting his head, only to find that his cage was as small as RobinÕs. He
banged his head on the bars overhead.
ÒOuch!Ó Jim said.
ÒGood heavens!Ó Rebecca declared. She looked at me and smiled.
ÒTurn around, Jim. Sit down, just like Robin is. I swear, you men are all
equally dumb!Ó
JimÕs foot chain scraped along the bars forming the floor of his cage.
He turned and sat. He looked up at RobinÕs ass, overhead, and at the boyÕs
balls suspended over him. He reached up and yanked on RobinÕs turgid cock.
ÒI could use this thing as a bell pull to call for my dinner,Ó Jim
remarked.
ÒHey!Ó Robin hollared.
ÒSee?Ó Jim said. He looked at Rebecca and me. ÒI pull on this, and
the boy yells. ItÕll work every time.Ó
IÕm sure the people watching us from the Palace were amused by
JimÕs humor. Our arrangements to keep them well-watered and fed
probably tickled them even more.
Rebecca unchained my feet. She said I was being good and that she
needed my help. She left the white cuffs on my arms and legs, though, and
around my thighs and upper arms. She said I needed them, to remind me
that I must do as I was told.
ÒDonÕt worry, auntie. IÕll be good,Ó I said. I wiggled my hips as I
said it, for the itching lotion from RobinÕs cock was making my cunt feel
like there was a match under it.
ÒWell, donÕt touch yourself,Ó Rebecca told me. ÒKeep your fingers
out of your cunt.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó I said. I didnÕt like not being able to play with myself, or let
a man do it for me, but I decided that if Robin and Jim could show self-
restraint, I could too. Even if I was just a girl, and younger than both of
them.
ÒNow, letÕs see. The men each have one doggie bowl, in their cages,Ó
my aunt said. She put a finger to her lips and considered.
ÒLetÕs use them for food,Ó I suggested. ÒWe should at least feed
them, if weÕre going to keep them locked up.Ó
ÒAlright,Ó Rebecca said. ÒLetÕs see if the guards left us something
to feed them, then.Ó
ÒOkay!Ó I cried. I liked the idea of feeding Jim and Robin, as if they
were pets. They were both awfully big pets. Imagine having them forever,
as my very own!
We found a box of crackers. I tasted them. Crumbs fell from my
mouth onto my naked breasts. I brushed them off with my fingers.
ÒYum! TheyÕre nice and fresh!Ó I told my aunt.
Jim, sitting in his cage, laughed. I glared at him.
ÒNot my bosoms, you bozo. These crackers!Ó I said.
ÒOh,Ó Jim said, not sounding the least bit contrite.
My auntie opened each of the menÕs cages for me. I leaned in and
placed several crackers in each of their bowls. Jim tried to fondle my
breasts but Rebecca told him not to.
Next, there was the problem of how to water the men. My aunt and I
noticed there were several I.V. poles in the room. We also found a faucet,
next to the toilet, sticking out of the wall. We filled an empty saline bag
with water from the faucet, and then hung up the bag on the I.V. pole.
ÒThis is the best we can do, IÕm afraid,Ó Rebecca sighed when she
and I had prepared a way for the men to drink. ÒYou can share the I.V.,Ó
Rebecca told the men. ÒJust release the clamp on the I.V. line and suck
from the tip of the I.V. when you need to drink.Ó
ÒAlright,Ó Jim and Robin said.
ÒWhat about if they have to go to the bathroom?Ó I asked my auntie.
She looked over her shoulder at the medical table.
ÒDonÕt tell me,Ó Jim said.
ÒYes, IÕm afraid so,Ó Rebecca said. ÒI donÕt want to have to let you
men loose every hour. If I catheterize you, I can leave you both locked up
for however long you must be, until the guards let us out.Ó
ÒOh, auntie!Ó I cried. But despite my squeal of horror at seeing the
men treated that way, I didnÕt beg her not to do it. In fact, I think we all
felt a little thrilled at how animal-like and degraded it would make them.
Even Robin and Jim, I think, couldnÕt resist, among friends, the thought of
it. Perhaps they hoped RebeccaÕs hands, fondling them, would finally bring
their penises much-needed relief as she attempted to jam a catheter up
each of their dicks.
ÒLet me start with you, since youÕre older,Ó Rebecca said to Jim.
She unhooked the key that hung from her collar. She inserted it into the
door of his cage, gazing in at him through the wrought iron bars, and
unlocked it. JimÕs cage door creaked as my aunt opened it. ÒHmmm. It
may need some oil,Ó my aunt said of the door. She reached within the cage
and caught the knob of JimÕs penis with her fingers. They looked small
against his large, pulsing cock. Pre-cum oozed forth from his pee slit as
she tugged on his dick, making me fear, for a moment, that he was
cumming from the pressure of her enclasping touch. But he was not. She
pulled on his sausage-like organ and caused him to scoot his ass forward,
until his feet hit the floor. His chain followed, clanking onto the floor
between his bound ankles.
Jim exited his cage at a crouch, careful not to bump his head on the
cage above him, where Robin sat. He seemed glad to be out from under
RobinÕs dripping penis. He had pre-cum in his pubic hair where Robin,
sitting above him, had dripped onto his crotch. When he was out of his
cage, Jim stood up. He looked like Tarzan, suddenly unbound, caught by
trappers in the jungle but free at last.
Jim still wore his collar and wrist and ankle cuffs, as well as the
leather restraints above his knees and his elbows. He couldnÕt unlock
them. Only my aunt could do that, with her key. He might have grabbed the
key from her collar but he did not. He was a docile Tarzan. Rebecca let go
of JimÕs dick and sleeked her fingers along his hips, then up the side of his
chest, savoring his tense muscles. At last, sweeping her fingers down his
right arm, she caught at the leather cuff above his elbow. The cuffs all
had silver rings hanging from them, like ornaments hung from a Christmas
tree. I wondered what they were for. My aunt put her finger through one
of the rings hanging off the cuff around JimÕs arm. She pulled on it. Is
that what the rings were for, I wondered, so a man could be pulled? (Or
me, for that matter!) I watched, wide-eyed, as my aunt drew Jim over to
the medical exam table. It was made of white formica. Cushions had been
form-fitted over the top of it, to ease the suffering of anyone forced to
undergo a procedure on it.
Rebecca looked up at Jim and patted his arm. ÒDonÕt worry, IÕve had
a little nursing,Ó Rebecca said. ÒI think I know what IÕm doing. It
shouldnÕt hurt too much.Ó
JimÕs eyes looked at the catheter that hung off an I.V. pole near the
base of the table. He looked down at his dick, which swung whenever he
moved.
I pointed at JimÕs erection. ÒIÕm glad its a long catheter. ItÕll have
to be, to go all the way up *that*,Ó I said.
Jim looked at Rebecca. He flexed his arm, and she had to struggle to
keep her finger in the ring of his cuff, for he drew his arm across his
chest, dragging her arm along with his, until at last he had her pulled taut,
her arm stretched across the front of his body. Jim scratched his
shoulder, but I guessed it didnÕt really itch; he just wanted to show her
that, even hobbled and cuffed, he was still the more powerful. Rebecca
looked up at him, beseechingly. Was he going to be difficult? They both
knew he could be impossible to handle if he wished to be.
ÒAt least do me one favor,Ó Jim said to my aunt.
ÒWhat?Ó she asked. Her lips formed a pretty O as she spoke the
word.
ÒTie her up,Ó Jim said, and pointed at me.
ÒWhat?!Ó I screeched.
ÒItÕs bad enough I have to sit in a cage, without her wiggling her
little bare bottom all over the room,Ó Jim said.
ÒYouÕre quite right,Ó Rebecca agreed.
ÒNo! Auntie! I donÕt want to be tied!Ó I shouted. My voice was high-
pitched and I immediately blushed, guessing that the neighbors, the people
who lived in the mud-walled huts around ours, must have heard me. I ran
from my aunt and Jim. Rebecca dashed after me. Lickety-split, like a
rabbit trying to escape a wolf, I ran with my white bottom-cheeks
pumping hard, their soft cheeks bouncing in time to my feet hitting the
floor. I ran to the door. I tried the knob. No use; it was locked! I ran to a
window, my aunt following close behind me, and threw back the opaque
curtains. The window was open, the air-conditioning of our room rushing
out of it, forming a breeze at my back. But I could not climb through. As
with the windows in our bedroom at the Palace, this window had bars over
it. Iron bars, like the bars of the cages the men were kept in.
My aunt caught my hair. I tried to pull away. She grabbed at one of
the rings hanging off the cuff round my arm. I was captured. I could not
escape. Then, a most curious thing happened. She turned me and pressed
her face to mine. Her lips sought, mine opened in surprise. I felt my
breath exhale and go into her mouth. Yet she did not take her face from
mine but instead pressed harder, engaging my wide-apart lips in a full,
open-mouthed kiss.
ÒAuntie!Ó I gasped, when at last Rebecca drew her face off mine. I
was tangled in the curtains, my body between them, and I realized the
Arabs outside, staring from their homes, must have seen my aunt kissing
me in the window.
ÒIÕm going to spank your little bottom,Ó Rebecca said to me. Her
eyes danced with amusement but there was no mistaking the threatening
tone in her voice.
ÒNo! Auntie!Ó I cried. I twisted in her arms, which had slipped
around me as she kissed me. She was taller than me and I looked up at her
in wide-eyed apprehension.
ÒYes,Ó Rebecca said. ÒThis is the perfect place for it. With the
Prince watching, with the neighbors hearing, yet in a place where we will
never be again, if the Prince does as heÕs promised and lets us go.Ó
ÒOh, auntie!Ó I shrieked. Jim came up beside us and stood close to
me. He took hold of one of my arms so that I couldnÕt escape again.
ÒPut her face down on the pillory table,Ó Jim suggested.
ÒYes!Ó my aunt agreed.
ÒYou mustnÕt!Ó I shouted. Wriggling, fighting both of them, I was
dragged over to a table that stood at waist-height. At its foot there were
clamps where a personÕs legs could be held apart. At its head was a
wooden pillory, with holes in it for oneÕs head and hands.
My aunt pushed me onto the table. It was made of bare wood. She
forced me to lie down. Jim helped her. With a moan I found myself lying
on my tummy, my breasts cushioning me but otherwise quite
uncomfortable upon the hard wood of the tableÕs surface. My chin was
lifted and my head was pulled forward until my neck was through the
pillory. Padding in the neck hole, plus the fact that it lay flush against
the tableÕs surface, kept me from being impossibly discomforted. There
was no padding in the arm holes and my wrists were rudely thrust through
them. Then the pillory was shut upon me and locked with the same key
Rebecca used for the cages and for our cuffs. It was quite a handy key, I
realized. I wondered if it unlocked the front door too.
With my head and hands bound, Rebecca and Jim went to work on my
feet. There would be no stealing of RebeccaÕs key and trying the front
door for me! They separated my legs, widely, and then affixed them to
clamps at the base of the table. The clamps were made of steel and felt
cold against my legs. I shivered.
ÒOil her anus,Ó Jim said.
ÒWe are not doing all this to give your penis a joy ride,Ó Rebecca
scolded.
ÒShe should worry that she might be used for a manÕs pleasure,Ó Jim
said.
ÒOh, alright,Ó Rebecca relented. ÒBut donÕt jump on her the minute
IÕm done.Ó
ÒI wonÕt,Ó Jim answered. They both seemed to be smiling but I
couldnÕt see, lying where I was, face down on the table, with my head
through the pillory. Then I found a mirror in front of me, sitting
innocuously but with a full view of the room behind me. I guessed it was
so someone in my position could watch her punishment being applied. I
wished I could smash it, when I realized that, but it was impossible. I
was bound hand and foot!
I watched as my aunt went to a small table and selected a bottle of
lotion. She returned to where I lay and bent over my bottom.
ÒThis is going to make you squirm, Chloe,Ó my aunt said.
ÒWhat?!Ó I cried.
ÒNot just my finger, but the lubricant too,Ó my aunt said. ÒItÕs not
ordinary lubricant.Ó
ÒNo! Auntie!Ó I shouted.
ÒWhat is it?Ó Jim asked.
ÒThe same stuff youÕve got on your dick,Ó my aunt said.
ÒGood,Ó Jim replied. ÒLet her have a taste of it.Ó
ÒI already do!Ó I shouted. By now I was paying no attention at all to
the fact that the neighbors could hear us. ÒIÕve got some on my cunt,
where RobinÕs penis rubbed!Ó
ÒWell, this is going up your bottom,Ó my aunt said. She laughed.
ÒIÕm sorry, dear Chloe, but I canÕt resist. I want to see you lying here,
wriggling your bare ass all around, while you wait for your punishment.Ó
ÒWhat?!Ó I gasped.
ÒYes,Ó Rebecca said. ÒYouÕre going to wait for it, Chloe. Your little
bottom is going to squirm and squirm as you wait for HOURS to get your
spanking. Which, I might add, you richly deserve, considering how lenient
IÕve been with you all these weeks. Your ass will be mighty sore when I
get through with you, but IÕll bet youÕll be perfectly behaved when we go
home!Ó
ÒOooooh! No! Please, auntie!Ó I shouted. At once I felt her hand
descend to my fanny. I heartily wished to feel it slap me, to prove sheÕd
only been teasing about tormenting me with the waiting, but I only felt
the touch of my auntÕs finger. Gently, it prised between my cheeks. It
found my rose. It pushed. I squealed. It pushed a little more and then I
felt two fingers holding my hole open, as if to see if I had any poop in me.
A dribbling of liquid touched my anus. I shouted. I twisted in my
bonds. Oh, how that lotion burned against my skin! Jim laughed. My aunt
giggled, and poured more into me, then rubbed it all around my small
puckered hole and pressed it in deep with her finger.
They had to gag me, I was yelling so loudly. They spared my cunt but
they oiled my bottomhole as deeply as they could, Rebecca using her
finger, and then Jim using his, pushing it in deep and laughing as I bucked
on the table.
ÒDonÕt pee on the table, or IÕll run a catheter up you,Ó Rebecca
warned me. I stared at her self-pityingly through the mirror but she only
smiled and laughed.
ÒYouÕll be quite fine, dear Chloe,Ó she said. ÒThe lotion is quite safe,
even for your tender bottomhole, though it is designed to cause you to
think about your hole, and all your naughty ways too!Ó
I felt the leather of my collar, binding my neck. I felt the leather in
the neckhole of the pillory pressing against my throat. My hands tried to
withdraw from the pilloryÕs hand holes; I could not draw them back. I
wriggled my feet. The clamps on my ankles held them fast. I curled my
toes, as if to take them to market, but they remained kidnapped by the
clamps on my legs which held them at the end of the table. I lifted my
hips as much as my bonds would allow. Oh, how my anus burned! It itched
and glowed with fire, concentrating my thoughts, drawing my mind toward
it until all I could think about was my asshole!
Abjectly, squeezing my naked ass and with tears running from my
eyes, I looked at Jim in the mirror. I sniffled. I tasted the gag in my
mouth and did not want it. Yet I felt a strange consolatory desire. I
wanted to hate my aunt, to hate Jim too, and yet I did not. Instead,
despite my pain and discomfort, I found myself enthusing over JimÕs
beauty! Though he had just finished sticking his broad finger up my
bottom, giving me grief, all I could think of was how huge his body looked,
how wonderful his muscles, and how perfectly shaped his organ of
manhood. To think that my aunt was going to stick a catheter in it! The
thought of Jim submitting to that, of enduring it, drove all thoughts out of
my mind except the one whining, burning thought that endured above all of
how my bottomhole hurt.
ÒItÕs good that you have some lotion in your poop hole,Ó my aunt
laughed, still standing over me. She was stroking JimÕs cock, carefully,
with her fingers, yet gazing at my ass. ÒWhen you are fucked dear Chloe,
by both Jim and Robin, up that sweet little ass of yours, it is going to feel
uncomfortable, both while theyÕre doing it to you and afterwards. So the
lotion will help prepare you for it, by hurting you a little now, so that you
may endure a greater hurt later.Ó
Jim looked at Rebecca. There was a predatory light in his eyes. His
penis, already hard, seemed to take on a greater stiffness and to elongate.
ÒIs she a virgin?Ó Jim asked. He sounded hopeful, saying it, yet I
guessed if my aunt said ÔyesÕ, I could not expect to leave this room as one!
Pre-cum welled at the tip of JimÕs cock and dripped onto the small of my
back.
ÒShe is quite sexually inexperienced,Ó my aunt replied. ÒShe didnÕt
have any boyfriends until this summer. And, as you can see, she is only 13.
Her bottom has yet to truly fill out. Why, I think you could span her hips
with your hand, could you not, Jim?Ó
ÒYes, almost,Ó Jim answered. He placed his big hand on my bottom,
spreading his fingers out, and nearly encompassed the entire bulge of both
my cheeks. His touch was gentle, despite the fact that theyÕd threatened
to spank me. He felt the springiness of my ass, and I sensed he was
savoring it.
ÒWould you like to do the honors?Ó my aunt asked softly. She still
stroked his dick, though with just her fingertips, lest Jim baptize my bare
upturned ass with his jism.
ÒI-- You mean, to fuck her up the ass?Ó Jim asked.
ÒI mean, to spank her. And to pop her cherry,Ó my aunt said. (I
wasnÕt quite without knowledge of having a man there, but I guess she
decided I was so young and tight that Jim wouldnÕt know the difference.)
ÒHey, what about me?Ó Robin piped up. I couldnÕt believe he said
that. I mean, he was only 15, close to me in age. Surely he wasnÕt going
to reduce me to a virgin a-hole, waiting to be popped!
ÒWhatÕs the matter, Robin?Ó my aunt asked. She turned and looked at
him in his cage. ÒDo you need more water?Ó she asked. ÒMore crackers?Ó
ÒI need to fuck, and as the youngest, I should get first dibs on her
asshole!Ó Robin said. He sounded indignant.
ÒOh, my!Ó Rebecca said. ÒI canÕt give her away to both of you. I
mean, ONE of you is going to have to settle for Ôsloppy secondsÕ, if you
both insist on having her ass.Ó
(What an aunt, huh? First she takes me to a faraway land and gives
me to a wicked prince, now sheÕs trying to decide which of two men fuck
my ass!)
I sighed. I felt the wetness of tears on my cheeks. My bottom
churned, my hips rising and falling, my tender cheeks squeezing repeatedly
in an attempt to drive the burning heat from my bottomhole. I felt if the
men had wanted to light cigarettes with my ass, it would have been very
easy. Just open my asscheeks and stick in the tip. My anus would light it,
no problem!
ÒI have the perfect answer, though itÕs dirty as Hell,Ó Jim laughed.
He seemed to be enjoying my predicament.
ÒWhat?Ó my aunt asked. They looked like Adam and Eve, standing
there together, both of them utterly bare, contemplating me. Was I the
snake? No, Robin owned the snake. He began furtively rubbing his snake
now that my aunt was once again staring at me.
ÒHer ass is hot,Ó Jim said. ÒAnd my dickÕs had enough heat for one
day. And I donÕt want to upset Robin by taking her first. So, thereÕs only
one answer.Ó
ÒYes?Ó my aunt asked. Jim turned and looked toward the wall and I
followed his eyes. They came to rest on a phalanx of tall dildos. Hanging
above them was a harness strap.
ÒYou must fuck her,Ó Jim said.
I screamed, but my gag caught my protest and drowned it in me. My
aunt shouted. Then she broke into giggles.
ÒSure,Ó Jim said. ÒWeÕll have you use a ball attachment, and fill it
with baby oil. You can use the baby oil to wash out her bottom, pumping
the oil into her as you ream her, so Robin and I donÕt get our dicks burned
when we fuck her. Plus, youÕll open her up more, so itÕs easier for us. I
would really like to see it; IÕve had virgins before, but to see you fucking
little Chloe, an aunt fucking her niece, what a turn on!Ó
ÒGod!Ó Robin said from his cage. My aunt turned and regarded him.
ÒRobin! Stop playing with your penis!Ó my aunt admonished.
ÒOh, God! I canÕt help it! It itches too much!Ó Robin replied. As he
spoke he reached for the I.V. catheter. He drew his hands off himself and
unclamped it. Then, even though nobody had given him permission, he
squirted I.V. water all over his penis. My aunt walked over to him, quickly,
but by the time sheÕd gotten the key unhooked from her collar and his cage
door open, Robin had already spilled water all over himself. The excess of
water squirted down through the bars he was sitting upon and into JimÕs
cage. It ran through the bars forming the floor of JimÕs cage and made a
puddle upon the floor.
ÒYou are naughty, Robin!Ó my aunt scolded. She took the I.V. out of
his hands. It squirted up onto her breasts and Robin laughed. Jim laughed
too, seeing it. I wished my aunt would drag the I.V. pole over to me and
squirt my bottomhole with it.
My aunt managed to get the I.V. line clamped again, though there was
very little water left in the bag. Robin, seeing her occupied, attempted to
climb down out of his cage, but Jim stopped him.
ÒWe can obviously overpower her at any time and do as we wish,Ó he
told Robin. ÒTry to obey. You will find that, at times, there is enjoyment
in cooperating with a woman and being obedient to her.Ó
ÒI just want to cum,Ó Robin said frankly. Jim closed the door to
RobinÕs cage. My aunt, trusting him, tossed Jim her key. Jim locked
RobinÕs cage so he couldnÕt get out.
ÒWould you like me to fill up the bag again?Ó Jim asked, looking at
the I.V. pole.
ÒYes,Ó my aunt said. ÒWe may be here awhile. You men will need to
drink and youÕll need to pee too. When youÕve got the bag filled, Jim, IÕm
afraid IÕm going to have to ask you to lie down on the medical table.Ó
ÒOf course, mistress,Ó Jim answered.
ÒGod, I hate being dominated by a woman,Ó Robin said from his cage.
ÒWe are serving her. ItÕs different from being dominated,Ó Jim
answered. He unhooked the bag from the I.V. pole. ÒEvery man should want
to serve a woman,Ó Jim said.
ÒI just want to fuck Chloe,Ó Robin replied.
ÒChloe is a child,Ó my aunt told him.
ÒStill, I want to fuck her,Ó Robin said. ÒEither let me fuck her, or
IÕll jerk off!Ó He put his hand on his dick.
ÒNo!Ó Rebecca said. ÒPlease donÕt, Robin. I know your balls are
aching. But you must learn control. DonÕt just shoot yourself off every
time youÕre in the mood. YouÕre not sitting at home with Hustler now,
youÕre with real females, and being trained to serve them properly. Your
sperm isnÕt to be wasted in the toilet, or on the floor, or in the palm of
your hand. We have plans for it, Robin, so hang on to it and take pride in
how a full pair of balls makes you so erect.Ó
ÒIÕm erect whether or not IÕve got sperm in my balls,Ó Robin
answered. ÒHeck, IÕll be sitting in Algebra, and what happens? I get erect.
IÕm not even thinking about girls, not much, anyway, and *pop* up comes
my dick, and what am I supposed to do? Unzip myself in the middle of
Algebra?Ó
Rebecca laughed. Her bosoms shook with her laughter. I might have
giggled, myself, but I was gagged. ÒOh, the travails of being a boy,Ó
Rebecca said. ÒHere we girls have to learn about childbirth, and periods,
and be teased as our breasts grow, but you boys still complain, because
you have to put up with your silly erections!Ó
ÒItÕs not funny.Ó Robin said. ÒYouÕd understand if you had one.Ó
ÒOH, and why are you erect?Ó Rebecca asked. ÒBecause youÕre
thinking of raping children, isnÕt that right, Robin? Of fucking the girls in
your Algebra class!Ó
ÒPlus my teacher,Ó Robin said. His face looked artless and I admired
his honesty.
ÒYes, of course, such a pain it is, to have a big penis and be thinking
about fucking the entire planet,Ó Rebecca mocked.
ÒPut one on,Ó Jim suggested. ÒI think you have a case of penis envy,
Rebecca!Ó He was filling the I.V. bag at the faucet in the wall, next to the
toilet. He glanced at the row of dildos on a shelf on the wall. They looked
like missiles, waiting to be launched. Right up my bottom!
ÒI do feel a little jealous,Ó Rebecca said. She thrust forward her
hips. She looked down at herself, at her chestnut muff, so pretty and
curly, but with nothing there save, underneath, the lips of her cunt. She
put a hand on her flat, smooth belly. ÒIÕd like to have a penis. WhatÕs it
like, Jim? Running around with your big dick and popping girlÕs cherries
and making them pregnant?Ó
ÒEr, I wouldnÕt know,Ó Jim replied.
ÒCome on, Jim!Ó my aunt said. She ran her fingers through the long
hair hanging down from her head, and swept it back. ÒDonÕt tell me youÕve
never gotten anyone pregnant?Ó
ÒMaybe one or two,Ó Jim said.
ÒYou donÕt care, do you?Ó my aunt said. ÒI mean, if a girl doesnÕt
have anything you might catch from her, youÕve no reason to wear a
condom, do you?Ó
ÒCondoms take the fun out of it,Ó Robin said.
ÒOh, so youÕd rather get somebody pregnant?Ó Rebecca asked him.
Robin, who was nothing if not honest, replied, simply and
straightforwardly,
ÒNot my problem.Ó
ÒOhhhh, you men!Ó Rebecca said. But at once, sashaying her hips with
womanly allure, she walked over to the dildos and began examining them.
I shivered-- I knew where the one she selected was going! I tried to speak
but my gag kept my jaws apart and my tongue pushed back. I could only
make babyish sounds, in my throat. I was ignored.
Jim finished filling up the I.V. bag and walked over to the cages. He
hung up the bag next to Robin. He passed the boy the tip of the I.V. through
the bars.
ÒHere, drink up, so you can pee later,Ó Jim told Robin. He looked at
RobinÕs hard on, his own penis stiff and erect.
ÒI donÕt want to,Ó Robin answered.
ÒDrink it, or IÕll shove it in your dick and fill up your bladder with
it,Ó Jim ordered. He squeezed the I.V. bag, showing the boy that he
intended to get the water into Robin one way or the other.
ÒShit. Okay, IÕll drink the fucking thing then,Ó Robin said. Angrily he
took the I.V. from Jim. The man unclamped the I.V. line and Robin, sucking
upon it, began gulping.
ÒGod, some of these are so long,Ó Rebecca said, examining the dildos.
She selected one of moderate size, and took down the harness from the
wall. I nearly fainted, watching her. I flexed my bottomcheeks and prayed
she found JimÕs ass more tempting than mine.
ÒYouÕll have to help me get this on,Ó my aunt told Jim. The harness
was made of slim rubber tubing, similar to the material used for a
tourniquet when you get your blood drawn. It looked insubstantial, as if
the whole thing would be too light and flimsy to hold the dildo my aunt had
chosen to wear.
ÒAlright,Ó Jim said. ÒDid you pick a dildo with balls?Ó
ÒYes,Ó my aunt answered. And, indeed, the penis she was holding in
her hands had a big rubber testicle sac at its base. There was a small
plastic stopper in it, so it could be filled up and sealed. Then the only way
the fluid inside could escape would be if my aunt squeezed the balls.
How strange it was, to be lying gagged on the wooden table, waiting
for my bottom to be warmed, and my hole cooled! At the moment the air of
the room, chilled by the air conditioner, made my bottom feel
uncomfortably cold. At the same time, the lotion spread in my anus made
my butthole burn. But soon, the situation would be the reverse! My
pillaged anus would feel cool from having baby oil squirted within it,
while my ass, well-spanked, would feel all hot and bothered. Suddenly I
knew the true nature of bondage-- to take the body and make it a living,
feeling work of art, focused on the privates. As I lay worrying over my
ass, Robin sat in his cage, his penis itching with the lotion and burning
with desire. Jim too had a tormented penis, while my aunt, Rebecca,
looked even more womanly as she played with a fake penis, pressing it to
her brown-haired muff and laughing.
I watched as Jim helped my aunt get into her dildo harness. They
paused several times to kiss as he fitted her into it. When at last they
were done, Rebecca dueled with Jim for a moment. She batted with her
fake cock at his real one. Both penises quivered. They were like cannons,
facing off in a battle, except they could touch one another if they wished
to.
How I swooned, seeing myself surrounded by hard dicks! Everyone
had one, except me, and I felt all girlish inside, and trapped, and
vulnerable. I flexed my legs and tried to close my spread thighs but the
clamps held me firmly apart. I prayed to be spared so many penises. They
were exciting to look at but surely I couldnÕt take all three!
ÒNow, Jim,Ó my aunt said. ÒLetÕs get you on the exam table. ItÕs
time I catheterized that big penis of yours.Ó She looked strange, speaking
to him in her soft, feminine voice, but with a big penis hanging off the
front of her muff. She wiggled it a little as she spoke, holding it at its
base with her fist. I think she was genuinely proud of it.
ÒAlright, mistress,Ó Jim said.
ÒNo, Jim,Ó Rebecca said, fisting her dick. ÒIÕm not your mistress
anymore.Ó
ÒYou arenÕt?Ó Jim asked.
ÒIÕm your father,Ó Rebecca said.
ÒNot a chance,Ó Jim said. ÒIÕm not gay. Plus, for a father, youÕve got
a swell pair of tits.Ó
ÒIÕm your ambidextrous mistress, then,Ó Rebecca said.
ÒI think you mean something else,Ó Jim answered. He turned and
walked toward the medical table, dragging his foot chain with his ankles.
ÒAmphibious?Ó my aunt asked. She watched with joy as the penis
between her legs waggled with her every step.
ÒIt starts with an A,Ó Jim said. He sat his bare ass on the edge of
the medical table. Then, with a cautious glance at my aunt and her
newfound penis, he laid back on the table.
ÒSpread your legs, dear Jim,Ó my aunt told him.
ÒShit,Ó Jim said. He opened his thighs so she could easily fondle his
balls. At once my aunt did, squeezing them in her small hand and telling
him,
ÒI donÕt want you spurting all this wonderful sperm out as IÕm
putting the catheter up you, okay?Ó
ÒAlright,Ó Jim groaned.
ÒI mean, really,Ó my aunt said. ÒI know youÕre dying to shoot. And
God-- youÕre full enough to create your own Niagara. But I want you filling
ChloeÕs little bottomhole with it. The guards would laugh, I think, if they
walked in and found a big puddle of sperm on the medical exam table.Ó
ÒNo doubt,Ó Jim agreed.
ÒPlus Robin will have to lie here too, and IÕm sure he doesnÕt want to
lie in your sperm,Ó Rebecca said.
ÒYou got that,Ó Robin said from his cage.
Jim tilted his head back and looked at Robin. ÒKeep drinking, young
man,Ó Jim said.
ÒWhat are you, my father?Ó Robin asked. His voice was insolent.
ÒYouÕll do as he says or IÕll have him spank you!Ó Rebecca said to
Robin. Jim laughed.
ÒShit if IÕll allow that,Ó Robin said.
ÒYou know I could do it,Ó Jim threatened.
ÒYou think you could take me?Ó Robin asked.
ÒBoys! Boys!Ó Rebecca said. ÒWeÕre our own little family here, even
if we are the worldÕs sexiest family. Robin, Chloe has to obey me, because
sheÕs younger. And even though youÕre 15, Jim is a decade older than you,
so I expect you to do as he tells you, okay?Ó
ÒI donÕt like obeying,Ó Robin sulked.
ÒItÕs sexual obedience, Robin,Ó my aunt told him. ÒThatÕs different
from obeying your parents. Be good and do as youÕre told. YouÕre not gay,
and neither is Jim, but you both must be trained. Sexually trained, Robin.
You will be stronger for it when youÕre through. Imagine, would you have
held back your sperm this long if you were by yourself?Ó
ÒÔCourse not,Ó Robin answered, in his blunt, honest way.
ÒSee?Ó Rebecca said. ÒSo you are learning already. Be good and
youÕll learn some more.Ó
That seemed to settle the matter, for Robin said no more. Although I
could see, from my mirror, that he longed to jerk himself off as he sat all
by himself in his cage, he didnÕt. He sat uncomfortably on the bars, his
hands rubbing his thighs, and sometimes his belly, and sometimes even his
pubic hair, but never touching his penis. Jim, meanwhile, lay on the
medical table, his cock stiff as a flagpole, watching as Rebecca uncoiled
an I.V. line and prepared to insert it into his manhood.
When Rebecca had placed one end of the I.V. line into an empty saline
bag, she walked over to me. She carried the I.V. line and bag with her. She
put her hand to my gag and loosened it.
ÒHere. Open your mouth,Ó Rebecca told me. ÒWet the tip of this I.V.
line on your tongue so I can slide it more easily up JimÕs cock.Ó
I obeyed. Despite my fright at what they promised to do to me, I
licked the tip of the I.V. line. Then I actually lifted my face and sucked on
it. Rebecca laughed and finally pulled it from between my lips.
ÒVery good,Ó Rebecca said. ÒPerhaps I shall leave your gag off and
let you talk if you wish. Do you need anything? A drink? A bite to eat?Ó
ÒI canÕt eat lying on this table,Ó I answered.
ÒOf course you can,Ó Rebecca said. ÒIÕll sit here and feed you some
crackers if you wish. You can be my little pet.Ó
ÒI donÕt want to be your pet,Ó I said.
ÒYou did a very good job of wetting the end of this I.V., so donÕt make
me scold you,Ó Rebecca said. ÒNow you can watch as Jim suffers a little.
Enjoy it-- a man getting his for a change.Ó
I watched. My aunt looked bold and authoritative as she returned to
Jim, the big penis between her legs waggling salaciously even as she
walked with a hip grinding sashay. Jim watched too. He seemed entranced
by how sexy my aunt looked, wearing that big hunky dildo between her
slim legs. She was the perfect Domme, quite well equipped to put a man
in his place!
ÒOh, auntie! Stick it up JimÕs bottom!Ó I squealed, seeing how
tempting that big cock between her legs looked. Imagine it impaling JimÕs
small manly buns!
ÒI will if he isnÕt good,Ó my aunt said. She walked over to the table
where there were lotions and pots of cream and smeared a little vaseline
on the end of the I.V. Then she returned to the medical table and stroked
JimÕs penis. She complimented its size, smiled at him, and then said,
ÒAlright, Jim. LetÕs see if you can handle this.Ó Rebecca squeezed the
head of JimÕs cock, not side to side but with her thumb on top and her
index finger underneath, so as to open his pee hole. It mouthed its pee
hole mouth at her, and she stuck the tip of the I.V. into it.
ÒAughgh!Ó Jim groaned.
ÒKeep your legs apart!Ó Rebecca warned. ÒMust I tie them?Ó she
asked.
ÒNo,Ó Jim said. His eyes bulged as he looked at the I.V. line sticking
out of his dick. It had a long way to go before it pierced his bladder, and
he knew it.
ÒJust relax,Ó Rebecca told Jim. ÒIÕve got to thread this all the way
up you, until it slips past the base of your bladder. Then the tip of this
line, that Chloe licked for you, will be inside you-- in your bladder. Your
pee will automatically run down the line and out into the bag.Ó
ÒOh, great. Just what I need, a bag full of my pee that everyone can
look at,Ó Jim said. Then he grimaced as my aunt stuck more of the I.V. line
into him, jamming it up his stiff dick.
ÒDonÕt cum,Ó my aunt said. ÒStop me if you think youÕre going to.
Otherwise, donÕt say anything. I expect you to be quiet and take this like a
man.Ó
ÒLike a man? I feel like a woman!Ó Jim said, feeling the long plastic
line being inserted in his dick. My aunt worked efficiently, threading him,
then looked up from his dick and said, ÒI expect you to drink a lot from
the I.V. pole beside your cage, and to pee it all into this empty saline bag
that youÕll carry around with you. Oh, and donÕt let your line get caught on
anything. I have to inflate a small balloon at the end of your line, the part
thatÕs in your bladder, to keep it in place inside of you. If this line were
to get caught on something, or to be pulled on by someone, it could be
quite painful. So donÕt disobey. You may find me pulling on your line if you
do!Ó
ÒShit! The things I get myself into,Ó Jim groaned.
ÒWhat about me?Ó Robin piped up, from his cage. ÒI have to watch
the whole thing, knowing IÕm next!Ó
Rebecca laughed. The dick suspended between her creamy legs
bounced. ÒYes, IÕm going to fuck two men today, with catheters, and quite
enjoy it,Ó she said. She didnÕt mention me, but I knew I would be fucked
too, unless there was some way I could escape!
ÒUgh! I can feel it!Ó Jim said. He flexed his knees.
ÒOh! There goes your pee!Ó my aunt announced. She watched with
delight as yellow fluid ran down the inside of the catheter and off the end
of the table, then deposited itself in the I.V. bag on the floor. Jim sat up
on the table.
ÒWhat?! Did I just go to the bathroom?Ó Jim asked.
ÒYep. In the bag!Ó my aunt said. She bent down and picked up the I.V.
bag. Quite a lot of fluid was in it, all of it yellow, all from inside Jim!
ÒYou must have had to go pretty badly,Ó my aunt said.
ÒI guess so,Ó Jim answered. He stared at the bag. ÒHow often is
that going to happen?Ó
ÒWhat?Ó my aunt asked.
ÒThe pee running out of me like that. I barely felt it.Ó
ÒOh, all the time!Ó my aunt said. ÒYou have no control over yourself
now, Jim dear. At least not over your bladder. I still expect you to
control your balls. We donÕt need to have you filling this bag with sperm!Ó
ÒOh, shit!Ó Jim said. He turned to get off the medical table. But
with a chain around his ankles and a catheter running out of his dick, he
quickly became tangled.
ÒCareful!Ó my aunt said. ÒYou canÕt just do as you please now, Jim,
unless you want to yank your bladder to pieces. YouÕre stuffed with
tubing! Exercise caution-- think like a girl would, and you should do okay.Ó
ÒGreat. Just what I need,Ó Jim said.
ÒItÕs the perfect form of domination,Ó my aunt smiled. ÒNow letÕs
help Robin onto the table, so he can feel what itÕs like to be cautious and
careful too!Ó
ÒI donÕt want to get a tube stuck up my dick!Ó Robin protested.
ÒYou do too, because if you donÕt, IÕll spank you!Ó Jim said.
ÒWith a tube hanging out of your dick?Ó Robin asked.
Rebecca laughed. ÒWhat a sight that would make!Ó she said. ÒOne
man spanking another, and both of them with urethral catheters up their
dicks!Ó
ÒFamily values,Ó Jim grunted.
ÒHell, I should go home to my parents,Ó Robin said. ÒWhy did I run
away from home, to be spanked by some man with tubing stuck up his
dick?Ó
ÒLook at me!Ó I shouted from across the room.
Rebecca unlocked RobinÕs cage. She reached into it and caught hold
of his stiff cock. She pulled on it; and him.
ÒOw!Ó Robin said. ÒThatÕs a penis, not a handle!Ó Grudgingly he let
my aunt draw him out of his cage. When he had dropped to the floor, his
bare feet on the concrete, Jim took hold of one of his arms.
ÒThis way, son,Ó Jim said.
ÒYes, father,Ó Robin answered. I stared at them. How handsome they
looked! I wondered if Robin could feel the heat from JimÕs body as the
older man guided him across the room to the medical table. My aunt kept a
hand on RobinÕs dick, tugging him along, while with her other hand she
wiggled the big fake cock suspended at her bush.
ÒMmmm, up on the table, Robin,Ó my aunt said affectionately. Robin
looked at the table with apprehension. Jim patted his bare ass.
ÒHey!Ó Robin said.
ÒGet up on the table,Ó Jim said. ÒOr IÕll make this ass of yours red.Ó
Robin climbed up on the table. He climbed like a boy mounting a
jungle gym, hefting himself up onto the table without first turning around.
Jim and Rebecca watched his bare ass, and the sac of sperm hanging
underneath, as he hoisted himself up onto the table. When he was on the
table, Robin lay down, on his stomach.
ÒNo, no,Ó my aunt said. ÒDonÕt lie on your penis, Robin. Roll over
onto your back.Ó
ÒI donÕt want to,Ó Robin said.
Jim lifted his hand. Robin looked up at it, but did nothing.
WHACK! JimÕs hand slammed down onto RobinÕs bare butt.
ÒOwwww!Ó Robin yelled. His hands flew to his ass. As he rubbed it,
frantically, he rolled over onto his back. ÒI didnÕt know you spanked so
hard,Ó Robin said ruefully. He looked up at Jim. His penis stood up erectly
as he lay on the medical table, with Rebecca and Jim leaning over him.
ÒI think our patient is ready now, mistress,Ó Jim said to Rebecca.
ÒThank you, doctor, for ensuring his compliance,Ó Rebecca replied.
ÒYou fuckers are weird,Ó Robin said. But he let Rebecca open his
legs, and fondle his balls, as Jim walked over to a shelf and pulled down
an empty saline bag and an I.V. line. Jim carried his pee bag as he walked.
I watched his pee sloshing in it.
I got to lick the tip of RobinÕs I.V. line. Then my aunt put some
vaseline on it so it would be nice and slick. As Jim and my aunt both slid
the catheter into RobinÕs dick, I saw more pee come out of JimÕs penis and
slide down his I.V. line into his pee bag. IÕm not sure he was even aware of
it, that he was going to the bathroom even as he catheterized Robin. One
who is catheterized can go to the bathroom without noticing.
At last Robin was done. He got up off the table. He walked over to
me and showed me what theyÕd done to him. There was already pee in his
pee bag. I watched as, with no control over it on his part, Robin made
more urine and it went into the bag.
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