College Love - Cuckold Family

[afagehi7]

I wonder if there are any real Dennis out there. A guy who is just so hot hung and alpha that women just fall all over and want him. Like a super stud. Azstag sort of and there was a guy who had a thread on the hotties he's fucked viewtopic.php?f=9&t=32778

I'm not sure that hung will always get the ladies attention, but I have known guys that seemed to get girl after girl after girl. Whether the Alpha thing is all it is portrayed to be is another matter, but they certainly were assertive and did not back down from a challenge

Naturally, I am jealous as hell

I think it's usually the other way whereby an attractive and sexual female knows how to get men to cater to their every whim. We've all known that woman and if you have dated her you know it was a hell of a ride but torment at the same time.

[aniceguy77]

As they laughed and drank, enjoying each other's company I had nothing to do but to think to myself and wonder about how I had come to this place. Had I always been a born cuckold? Was I just waiting all this time to be exposed for what I was? Was this my destiny?

I remember all of my old girlfriends back in high school. All of them had ended in romantic as well as sexual failures. At the time, all the romantic failures seemed unique, but looking back now, there was a pattern. I could see it now. I would be unsure of myself, I would lash out at the girl, she would cheat on me. It seemed have happened over and over.

The sexual failures sort of went hand in hand. Inability to achieve an erection, premature ejaculation, selfish once-and-done squirts, they all produced the same thing; unfulfilled girlfriends. This would continue the cycle of me lashing out. I was posing as something I wasn't.

For the guys, it was similar. I commanded no respect. I had lost every fight I had ever been a part of. I was mocked openly, which only made me lash out in beta frustration. Again, I was posing.

Then came Jenna. She was very patient with me. She was able to cool my fire. She was also able to handle my beta outbursts. She was also good at working with my sexual inadequacies without hurting my feeling outright. Had she seen the beta cuckold in me from the start? Mrs. Anderson told me that it was written all over me.

Where they both right? Was I to be locked beta cuckold? "Maybe they were just messing with me," I thought, "This is just some mind-fuck and I can do the same thing this Dennis guy can do?" Then again, I was in chastity, I had seen Jenna fucked, and somehow I had actually eaten this guy's cum. Is that what I secretly wanted to do to all the guys that had cucked me in the past? What the hell was going on?

My mind snapped back to the present as I saw them come into view beneath the shower-head. Jenna had her arms around his neck as they exchanged smiles and kisses. It looked like they were ready for another round.

As he went in to kiss her neck, Jenna smiled and me and pointed to the ground. I quickly scurried up to them and got back on my knees. The shower room was hot and full of steam. Dennis grabbed Jenna tight as they made out and then hoisted her up into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him.

I sat below these two prime specimens of the human form as they embraced. Both of their fit bodies looked amazing. It it wasn't my girlfriend, I would think that they make an amazing pair.

I could see that his cock had become engorged and rock hard again. The looked each other in the eye as he lower her soft pussy right to the thick tip of his cock. She looked at him with hunger and excited anticipation as he held his cock right at her entrance.

He gave a wicked grin as he slowly lowered her onto him. Jenna opened her mouth and eyes in expectant silence as she processed the massive intrusion to her body. He was skewering my girlfriend right in front of me and she loved it.

Once her pussy became acclimated to him, he started to lift her up and down gliding her on his healthy cock. She let out passionate moans as she took every inch of him. I looked up from below and saw how stretched she was and was dumbfounded at her pliability. That had never been an issue with us.

The looked in each other eyes with an animalistic passion that was blowing my mind. He held her close as he lifted her up and down, penetrating her over and over. At times, it became too much to see my girlfriend treated like that as sometimes the reality of the moment came into focus.

Suddenly, he lifted her completely off of his cock. She let out a loud gasp as he exited her. He put her back onto the ground, but only to push her front against the wall of the shower. He pulled up behind her and reached under between her legs. In a slightly rough and commanding manner, he pushed her legs apart and cocked her hips so that her pussy was lifted for him and her face and chest were pressed firmly against the wall. She closed her eyes as I saw him grab her head and hold it fast in place. He lowered his hips a bit to get his cock in place to enter her from behind.

This time he didn't wait for anything before driving his cock straight into her. She again let out a gasp and looked back at him as best she could. Her beautiful toes were barely touching the ground as he had her slightly lifted fucking her from behind. He had firm grip on her hips and back of her neck and he pulled her off and onto his snake. His muscular frame had complete control over my girlfriend's body and she loved it.

Jenna pushed back onto his cock a little, but he was so strong and forceful as he pumped her over and over again, she started to just go limp as the exercise of matching his power was far too strenuous. I could see his massive sack swing as an hefty pendulum between his legs as he jackhammerd my Jenna. I was in cuckold glory as I sat and watched these two fuck as I could only dream possible.

He started to grunt loudly as he put his strong hand around her neck. She was also building to climax as she grasped fruitlessly at the wet, shower room wall. Again, he roared as he pulled her hips tight to him as he unloaded deep inside her. Jenna screamed in ecstasy as she pushed back on the shower wall with all her might to get him inside her as much as possible.

She rotated her hips on his cock, seemingly to squeeze whatever might be left into her. He grunted as he held his thick cock at the base as he slowly pushed her off of him.

She hurriedly looked down at me. "Lay down on your back honey," she commanded.

I quickly listened. She position herself onto of my face and preceded to queen me with her hole right on top of my mouth. Dennis straddled my head as his thick cock hung low in front of her face. She crammed it into her mouth as his cum came pouring out of her gaping pussy and into my mouth. I gagged a little as I did my best to swallow his massive load.

It was a lot and some ran down the sides of my face as Jenna, eyes closed massaged his cock with her beautiful mouth. He stood over both of us the champion again. He looked down at the cuckold couple he owned with pride and accomplishment.

"I guess your mom was right," Dennis said looking down at us with a smile, "Taking whatever masculinity your little boyfriend had left really punches things up!"

Jenna looked up at her lover and let his still engorged cock fall out of her mouth. "I know right?" she said smiling at him. She released hog and looked down at me with my face between her legs. We made eye contact as my mouth still held some of his Alpha load and was open firmly on her vag.

She grabbed my hair and smiled down at me, "And how are you?" she asked beaming ear to ear. "Wasn't that amazing?"

I did my best to nod as I was trapped under her. It seemed like the only answer. How I was really feeling would take some time to process as I swallowed the last of a stronger man's sperm emanating from my girlfriend's swollen pussy.

[aniceguy77]

Jenna pulled herself off of me and kissed Dennis on the lips. She then went and rinsed herself off at one of the shower heads. I sat on the ground for minute in state of shock having experienced that extreme queening.

As I slowly rose Dennis suddenly came up behind me, grabbed me by the back of my neck pushed my face against the shower room wall. "What the hell?" I yelled out.

"Arch your back!" he commanded from behind me. "Arch your back like a woman!"

I was naked and I could feel my cock-cage rub against the wall. What did he intend? "Please, no!" I cried out. I tried to struggle, but he was far too strong.

"Do it! Now!" he yelled.

Terrified and unable to see behind me, I slowly pushed my chest against the wall as I pushed my hips back and away from it. I gingerly lifted my ass as I thought the Alpha wanted.

"Good boy!" Dennis laughed as he put another marker slash down my cheek. He laughed as he released me from his strong grip. I looked over at Jenna in surprise. She bit her towel as she struggled not to laugh.

"What did you think cuck?" Dennis asked mockingly. "Don't worry, you will get to know this better one day," he said smiling and lifting his hefty cock, "But you will have to earn it." He laughed with derision he threw the marker at me. "That's three by the way."

He and Jenna put on very expensive looking bathrobes. I picked up the maker and put my panties back on. They kissed as we exited the building. I follow behind them. They walked very calmly as we passed the doorway to the huge room where Mrs. Anderson made me squirt. Dennis indicated to the door, "We won't be using in there tonight. Soon, but not tonight."

We got to right outside of Jenna's room. "Lock the cuck up," Dennis said before entering and shutting the door behind him.

Jenna and I were alone together for the first time in a while. She wrapped her arms around my head. "I am so proud of you honey," she said kissing my cheek and holding my face.

I started to form tears in the corner of my eyes, "Jenna I..."

"It's ok honey," she said sweetly, "I know..."

She indicated down to the pylon. I got down on my knees as she affixed me collar. She then pulled the chain through and locked me into the fetal position. My head was in between my legs.

She rubbed my panited ass as she spoke, "My mother will be proud too. We will have to talk more about this tomorrow, but I do have good news," she said in an upbeat manner. "Dennis is going away for a few days and I still have your keys." She kissed her hand and put it on my ass. "Bye honey, I will come get you tomorrow." As she opened the door, she looked back at her locked boyfriend and said, "I love you."

I sat there and just let my mind go blank. Thinking about what I had done and saw would be too much for me to handle at this point. I was defeated and I knew it.

I think that a few hours went by. I could hear loud noises from Jenna's room. It just made my cage tighten.

Eventually the door opened and then closed. A man's voice spoke. It was Dennis. "You did ok tonight cuck," he said calmly. "You follow orders pretty well for just starting training." He didn't sound as aggressive as before, but he was certainly in control and he knew it. "But, I will accept nothing less than total submission. I'm sure you still have thoughts of being the man you thought you were. That is something we will have to work on."

With that he pulled down my panties. He opened the marker and put two more slashes on my ass-cheek. "And to show I'm a reasonable man," he dropped what felt like a small piece of metal between my cheeks. It was the new emergency key. He pulled my panties back up and I could feel its cold against my perineum.

"That's for Mrs. Anderson. I know she likes control as much as I do," he said calmly as he walked off leaving me helpless, emasculated, and officially cuckolded.

[aniceguy77]

Fortunately, this time I didn't have to wait as long. Within five minutes of Dennis leaving me I heard Jenna's door open. She didn't say anything as she gently rubbed my pantied ass as she undid the fasteners and collar.

She helped me up and held my hand as we went straight into her room and onto her bed. The room was in slight disarray, but the bed looked well used. Sheets were thrown every which way. She quickly laid onto her back and pulled my face between her warm and perspired legs. The whole room had a distinct sexual aroma, but the greatest concentration emitted from my girlfriend's delicate, but swollen and well-used prize.

Without hesitation I dove in head first. My mouth and tongue sought out anything remotely in need of cleaning. Dried patches of cum. Sticky vestiges of her excitement. Combinations of the two. I found anything that I could get my tongue onto and fervently made sure to consume it, filling me with their night's excitement and faithfully cleaning her in attempt to bring her back to the purity she had enjoyed prior to Dennis's crude defilement. If I could not have my girlfriend, I would do my best to make sure his residue wouldn't mark her for too long.

She allowed me to ardently clean her thighs, but not for long. She gently tugged at my hair, pulling me closer to her. I knew what I was supposed to be doing. As she placed both of her beautiful feet on opposite sides of my locked dicklet, I placed my tongue firmly on her engorged pussy lips. There was plenty to clean her also, but the main task was pleasing Jenna. That was not the least be difficult as the nights events, Dennis's spectacular work, and her submissive boyfriend's loyal behavior had driven her to sexual highs she had not yet known.

Within a minute she was screaming in ecstasy, her body was taught and nearly crushing my head between her athletic thighs. She spasmed as she seemed to have an extended orgasms, reaching to new heights as I gently applied my pressure to her and held on for dear life.

Eventually, she relaxed and the orgasm dissipated. Her feet that were tight against my chastity device relaxed. Her firm grip on my hair loosed. Her body eased as she laid back, holding her hair and staring aimlessly at the ceiling. Between her thighs she was as warm and moist as ever. She pulled me up and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. We wordlessly stared deep into each other's eyes. The connection I felt for her at that moment was intense. She was not just a girlfriend, she was not just a fuck-toy to be used, she was a queen who valued and acknowledged what I could give her, but was honest enough with me to tell me what I could not.

She gave me her beautiful smile and held my face one last time before rolling over. She positioned us to spoon. She grabbed my tied, flaccid penis and placed it between her prefect and slightly sweaty ass cheeks. As I reached down to readjust I felt something strange. There was something that felt like new fluid on her ass. It appeared to be some leakage coming from me. Apparently, I had precummed a little when she had strangled my tied dick with her feet. Now there was a little bit of dribble on her ass as well.

Jenna was so exhausted I am sure that she didn't even notice. Well, I hadn't marked her like Dennis had, but at least this was something!

As I held my girlfriend close and nestled my flaccid penis between her cheeks, I noticed that my side was laying in a thick pile of Dennis's residue. At this point, this was no matter. After all that had happened that night, I knew we were extremely close as we both drifted off to sleep.

-

The next morning, we both awoke at the same time as a beautiful morning light filled her room. We smiled at each other and wished each other 'good mornings' before she again pushed me back down. I gladly did my job again and was proud of the fact that I brought her a nice little morning orgasm. There was no way we could match the intensity of the night before, but she had a decent one all the same.

She again shot me that beautiful smile before and after we had another of our passionate kisses. As she hopped off of the bed and walked toward the bathroom I got a wonderful view of her perfect ass. The sight of that magnificent prize sent a shock to my cocklet. It was just then that I remembered that Dennis had given me the 'emergency key'. Ostensibly it was for Mrs. Anderson, but he had trusted me with the literal key to my penile freedom.

Had he told Jenna? They said that he was going away for a few days. Did this mean that she was fully mine for that time? Would I get unlocked and all of this was just some weird kinky game they played every so often and I would go back to getting to fuck my girlfriend? My mind was swimming with possibilities.

I had heard of kinky people. I knew of swingers and stuff. Maybe the Andersons were just kinky swingers and every so often these Johnson jerks came around? Mr. Anderson was rich as hell, surely he didn't have to put up with all this chastity and humiliation? Imagine having to watch your beautiful wife get pounded every night, all the while you are locked up in chastity? To have your masculinity stolen from right in front of your entire family by some thug Alpha? And then to lose your daughter's independence to his thug son? After all that had happened, I still wasn't sure what was going on, but I was convinced that I was somehow getting put on.

Just then Jenna appeared in the bathroom doorway. She justifiably flaunted her amazing naked body. "Well honey," she said smiling, "I have good news, some more good news, and I have some potentially really bad news."

I looked up at her quizzically, "Oh?"

"The good news is, well for you anyway, is that Dennis won't be back for several days," she said smiling. "Which is good, for me actually, so that I will get to recover after last night as I can barely walk. But it's good for you so that we will get to spend more time together."

"That's nice," I said somewhat blankly.

"Right? Well the second bit of good news is that Dennis left the keys to your little cage there," she said indicated at my pink trap. "Basically that means that he thinks you did a really good job last night and that he really doesn't feel threatened by you in any way."

"He doesn't?" I asked still confused.

"Well, no, and that's a good thing," she said helpfully. "You did everything asked of you and so he thinks you deserve a reward or such. That's how this works."

"Wow..." I said almost expressionless.

"Now the bad news, I can't find the keys," she said biting her lip looking genuinely upset. "Have you seen them?"

Whether it was out of shock or some other brain freeze, I blankly answered, "Uh... no... I haven't"

"Oh," She looked at me curiously, "Well, I am sure they will turn up."

With that she hopped back into the bathroom. I immediately felt down into my panties. The key was gone! I looked into cum soaked bed and bed sheets, but I couldn't find it. I quickly looked onto the ground, but it wasn't immediately in view.

Where was it? Why had I lied?

Surely he would tell her, or her mom, that he had given me the key. What would happen if they found out? Maybe it was still outside where he had first given it to me and I was made to listen to them fuck for hours?

Just then Jenna called into me. "Come in her honey," she said sweetly. "Let's take a bath!"

[NSEW1]

Oh no? I guess the key must have slipped out and Jenna or Mrs. Andersen must have found it. Too bad!

[aniceguy77]

I quickly gave one last look around the room. It was nowhere to be seen. It must have fallen out last night and must still be outside.

"Come on honey, the water is perfect," Jenna said sweetly.

Without any more time to look I entered the bathroom to find Jenna looking incredibly relaxed, lounging in the oversized tub. Her beautiful nude body was intermittently visible through the lavender scented foam. I got in opposite her.

She rested her tender feet against my soft, deflated sac. Her toes would occasionally rub against my cage and its confined, inert contents.

"It's a shame we can't find the key," she said rubbing my crotch with a teasing purpose.

"Yea..." I said with my head hung.

"Well that's ok," she said perking up. "That just gives us more time to talk." She lifted up my sac with her toes and pushed a bit on my perineum. "With Dennis gone, you are safe here with me. And, I'm sure you have lots of questions."

I felt a slight jolt to my cage as she did this. I looked up at her and she had a genuinely sweet look on her face. It was the Jenna I remember before all of this.

"Well," I spoke calmly, "I mean, a lot has changed in the past few days." I looked up at her sheepishly. "I mean, between us right?"

She looked a bit confused by the question. "Really?" she asked. "Honey, I don't think and I really hope, that anything has changed between us."

"What?" I asked doing my best not to sound upset. "I mean, so far I've had to watch you fuck that guy, we haven't had sex once, and the way you are treating me is totally different!"

Jenna was nonplussed. "Honey, let's be honest. We really haven't had sex in almost a year. Remember your problems? You haven't been able to enter me for a long time now, way before you even knew about Dennis."

"I mean..." I mumbled in shame.

"When I told you that you never satisfied my in that way I didn't mean for it to ruin you ability to get hard," she said with genuine intent. "I was... just being honest. I am sure you wouldn't want me to continue faking."

"No, that's true..."

"But we found other ways didn't we?" she added. "We worked with your mouth and the body worship stuff. And then when I found out about your cheating fetish, well honey," she said massaging my sac, "I don't think you give credit to how matched we are."

"Yea but," I started to argue. "Now I get a reward? Like a dog?"

She took my question seriously. "Honey, do you remember the first time we met?"

"Do you mean in Howard Hall? The stairwell?" I answered.

"No, before that, at that party?" she corrected. I hung my head a little as I remembered it. "When that kid pants you and was going to kick your ass? Wasn't he only a freshman?"

"I guess I kinda tried to block that night out," I said meekly.

"Well those bullies were set to humiliate you in front of everyone," she said compassionately. "I stepped in to save you remember?"

I nodded that I did.

"I find out later that that was your ex's little brother and he was pissed about all the stuff you had called her," she said reminding me. "It was really horrible stuff."

"Well she had.."

"Cheated on you, yea everyone knew," Jenna finished. "You had treated her like a headcase, called her names, and never got her off. That's usually the recipe for getting cheated on."

"How did you...?"

"We all knew," she said honestly. "Still, I didn't like the way those guys were treating you." She then continued, "And then that night in the stairwell while you were sobbing. Somehow I knew what it was about."

I again nodded in agreement, "Well, you were very sweet."

"That's how I felt about you honey," she said. "Another girl had cheated on you, you didn't understand why, and you lashed out at her. I knew you were really a nice guy, but you needed some.... help." I grabbed her bare foot and held it against my cage as if it were a security blanket. "I listened to you all night and we really connected. I could see your struggle then. You were trying so hard to be something you never could be and it was eating you up inside. And it was spilling over into your relationships." She held up her toes in front of my face as a very sweet offering. I kissed them gingerly. "It wasn't your fault honey," she said understandingly, "Society is still carving out a space for you, for born cuckolds.... That's where you belong."

[NSEW1]

So good to see how he is coming to terms with himself and how Jenna is helping him accept himself. He has a long way to go still.

Awesome story telling!

[aniceguy77]

So good to see how he is coming to terms with himself and how Jenna is helping him accept himself. He has a long way to go still.

Awesome story telling!

Thanks! I appreciate the feedback!

[aniceguy77]

As she said this I nodded and she stuck a few of her toes into my mouth. I happily took them in.

"Tell me," she asked with a serious purpose, "What do you think of Dennis?"

I lowered my head as being unsure as how to answer. Eventually I held her foot against my face and muttered, "Well, I guess I hate him..."

"Why?" Jenna asked honestly.

After I paused for a bit, she pushed her foot against my cheek. "Well, I mean... he gets to fuck you and I don't..." I said honestly.

"And why do you think that is?" she asked.

Her simple question cut me deep. I did not know how to answer.

"Are you scared of him?" Jenna asked pointedly.

"Yes..." I answered.

"Because he is an Alpha? Because he has your girlfriend?" She asked not unkindly. "Or because you know what he can do to you should he choose?"

"I guess... all of that..." I answered humbly.

She put her toes back into my mouth and I obliged. "That all makes sense honey," she said assuredly. "Don't be so hard on yourself." She seemed to be thinking to help me understand. She asked another question, "Tell me, what did you think while he was fucking me in front of you?"

Here was another question that cut deep. She returned her pedicured foot to my tied package. "I mean..."

"Be honest honey," she said supportively.

"Well, I was jealous," I said honestly.

"Of him?" she said with a devious smile, "Or of me?"

This cause me to blush a bit and helped me to relax. "Well honestly, I could never do what he did," I answered, "And I have never seen you that excited."

"He is amazing isn't he?" she asked not necessarily expecting and answer. She seemed to get excited as her toes entered my mouth again, "My god, what a man..."

I sucked on them for a bit as she gently caressed her thighs and chest.

She returned her foot to my caged dicklet and pressed in hard. "Tell me all that you were thinking last night," she said directly.

"Uh.. that he was was amazing... that you looked hot, hot as hell actually..." I rattled off facts as I stammered, "That uh.. I wished I was him... that I wished I could enter you like he did... That you might...."

She looked at me directly in the eye as I stopped. "That I might get as excited for him as I do for you?" she finished my thought. She pulled me close in the bath. We were both chest to chest and crotch to tied crotch.

She looked me directly in the eyes. "Honey, Dennis will never have what we had late last night. He will never have this. He will never have the closeness we share." She hugged me. I never felt more vulnerable and in a way, close to her. She reached down and touched below my soft sac and gave a push with her finger. "It's a shame about those keys," she said sweetly.

I felt an immediate and forceful jolt to my tied dicklet.

She then leaned back and put her beautiful feet on the side of the tub right near my face. She was in state of pure relaxation. I was in a state of pure sexual arousal. I would dive on those feet if she allowed me.

"What else...?" she asked in her serene state.

"Well, I mean..." I said cautiously, "The guy is kind of a dick. I mean... at least to me..."

Jenna again was nonplussed, "Honey, power only intimidates you because you've never had it. Dennis will have a firm hand with you at first to get you to the place you need to be." She teased her feet right near my face. "Being a Bull, as fun as it is much of the time, can be stressful too. Think about this honey, while you were on your knees watching him pound me did you have to worry about your little semi-erections?"

"Uhh... well no I guess," I stammered.

"Did you have to worry about cumming too quickly or leaving me unsatisfied, which would only frustrate both of us and could lead to some silly fight between us?" she asked sincerely.

I shook my head that I didn't.

"Dennis took that burden off of you. As the Alpha that is now his honor, and responsibility," she said trying to help me. "You will find that being the weaker male has its benefits."

"Like being tied up for hours?" I asked with a shot of courage.

Jenna was again unbothered, "If you are referring to my father, did you ever stop to think that he might want to be in bondage? You can't know the trouble that Mr. Johnson's strict discipline has saved him from. Trust me, I've seen the change." She returned her feet to both sides of my cage. "Dennis needs to see you relinquish all that silly nonsense you held about trying to be some sort of top dog that you never were going to be. It's called training. And training involves both punishments.... and rewards."

As she said this she massaged my groin with her soft feet. "I can't imagine why then he would take the keys..."

I could feel jolts hit my tied penis. Why was she keep mentioning the key? What did she know? Was this some sort of test?

"Well I mean..." I started trying to understand the situation. "Do you really think that I am that much weaker?"

"Than Dennis?" she asked a little bit confused. "Honey, I am pretty sure that you are weaker than me. When we used to play wrestle, I only went at twenty-five percent. I didn't want to hurt your ego." I lowered my eyes to the fact that this was possibly true. "But you aren't just physically weaker, it takes a certain masculine power to do other things in this world."

She again pulled me close to her in the middle of the tub. She cupped my limp sac in her hands. "Honey, your gifts lay elsewhere," she said sweetly.

"Oh yea? Like what?" I asked almost crying.

"You are sweet, supportive, and when you finally rid yourself of that stupid faux masculine barrier, I know there is a nurturing and kind beta just waiting to be by my side," she said this as we kissed on the lips.

She then leaned back and placed her feet back on my cage. "And all you have to do is watch a stronger man fuck me," she said this with a wry smile that combined with added pressure on my groin that sent a huge shock to my caged penis.

Uncontrollably I grabbed her ankles and tried to will her feet to get me hard despite the cage. She giggled a little at my impotence, I'm sure both figurative and literal. "Really is a shame about the key..." she chuckled.

I hopped out the tub unable to control myself any longer. I made my way naked to the door. "I uh... I'll be right back," I stammered.

Jenna remained relaxed and reclined in the warm water, "Take your time honey... I will be here whenever you get back."

Without bothering to look in the room I went straight to the door. I opened it and looked down to where I had been tied last night. It must have fallen out at some point. I got down on all fours and began combing the thick carpet for any sign of it.

It had to be somewhere. Where the hell was it?

Suddenly a voice I didn't recognize came from behind my naked, prone body, "Are you looking for something?"

[aniceguy77]

As I looked behind me I saw a tall, but not imposing attractive girl about my age staring down at me.

The first thing I saw were her adorable black and white Mary Jane's that gave way to her expensive looking knee-high stockings. After that was the most precious length of healthy milky-white thigh. A black and classy short skirt gave way to a nice mid-cut top that demonstrated without revealing her amble breasts. A silk black choker sat below her adorable slightly-rounded face.

Her hair was up as her eyes were down surveying a naked beta on all fours at her feet. "Is everything alright?" she asked in response to my confused pause at her previous question.

I quickly realize that this beautiful girl was practically forced to address my exposed, bare ass, so I jumped up to spare myself the loss whatever fleeting degree of dignity I might still possess. We stood almost eye to eye as she placed both hands on her hips and extended me a smile, "You must be the fiance."

"Well," I answered appropriately meekly, "boyfriend..."

"Right..." she responded in with understanding and seemingly a slightly British tone.

She then glanced down and bit her the corner of her lip. Surprisingly, it was then that I noticed that I was wearing nothing but my tiny cock-cage, while standing face to face with this cute-as-hell whoever she was.

I quickly went to cover up. "Oh don't bother," she said sweetly with her cute smile, "That's not the first tiny pecker I've seen. Nor the first one rightfully caged." After she saw that this comment stung me a bit she patted me on the shoulder, "I'm only kidding sweetie, I'm sure it gets raging hard when duty calls, am I right?" She spoke with a kind and good-humored tone that told me that she meant no harm.

"I just..."

"Jenna said that you were cute," she said almost blushing, "And boy she was right. Such a lucky girl..."

I returned a blush at the kind complement. I relaxed my hands from covering up my caged shame. I stood there practically naked next to this adorable angel.

"I'm sorry... who are...?"

"My name is Brittney," she cut me off. "Brit for short. Which is easy to remember as I haven't quite rid myself of the accent as I am sure you can hear."

I felt simultaneously completely helpless naked in front of this complete stranger, yet somehow safe with her despite how sexy she was and vulnerable I was. Maybe this emasculation training was changing me? Before this scenario would have sent me running. But somehow now, standing there completely ineffectual next to this beauty felt almost comfortable.

"I was just looking for..."

"Will you help me?" she asked sweetly.

"Uh..."

"See this monstrous apparatus?" She asked indicating to a medium sized vacuum cleaner. "It hasn't to go far. It's just that I thought that you might help?"

I looked at it and then I looked at the sincerity in her cute face. "I just left Jenna..."

"We won't be long," she assured. "Trust me, Jenna won't mind you helping me."

I acquiesced and grabbed the handle of the vacuum cleaner. "You are a doll!" she said admiringly.

The two of us walked down the second story hallway, her with a large bag in her hand and me with the vacuum. Somehow I needed to hurry back to Jenna soon and hopefully find that key!

Brit on the other hand, seemed to be in no sort of rush. I followed slightly behind her as glimpses of her buxom ass occasionally popped into view under that adorable short skirt. Each time I got a glimpse a small beta shock futilely hit my cage.

"You are as sweet as Jenna said you were cute," Brit said without a trace of irony. She looked back at me and gave me a charming smile, "She said that she was lucky when she found you, and I dare say she was underselling it."

"So she uh... talked about me?" I asked.

"Oh my yes," Brit said looking back at her naked helper. "She's had her eye on you for a while now. Jenna is a strong girl who knows what she likes."

"Oh," I gather up some courage, "So did she talk about Dennis too?"

Brit turned on a dime to face me. She had a sort of star-struck look on her face. "You've met him I'm sure. What do you think of 'em?" she asked with a glowing smile.

As I stood naked barely a foot from this clothed beauty asking me about the Bull whose cum I ate and had to watch rail my girlfriend what I thought of him, I felt both a paralyzing fear of my new reality and intense affection for my beta status. Both of which, caused me to freeze, unable to or perhaps decreasingly conditioned to answer.

"Yea," she said after a brief pause, "He sure is something isn't he?"

She flicked me on the tip of cock-cage, gave me a wink, and turned around and kept on our journey. "Like I said," she said with pride more than jealousy, "Jenna is one lucky girl."

Eventually we reached a fairly large sized living area with a gorgeous wrap-around couch whose more distinguishing feature was a huge wall mounted television above an over-sized fire place. This room had high ceilings, plenty of windows, and tons of carpet.

Brit indicated to the the far corner. "Start over there and work your way back here," she stated helpfully. "You will find it easier that way."

I sort of paused and looked down at the vacuum. She stepped up close to me and stopped when our bodies and faces were only inches from each other. She looked me in the eyes and said, "Thanks again sweetie..."

Her gentle smile and what would probably be sexual tension were I not an effectively impotent beta caused me to hop to my task and follow her direction. "Mrs. Anderson likes lines," she called out when I was on the other side of the room. "You might say she likes attention to details."

I found a plug nearby and began canvassing with very careful precision. Brit for her part unloaded some of what was in her back and began cleaning different surfaces. She would occasionally check her phone, but she seemed not too bothered and was practically enjoying herself while she dusted and such.

The vacuum was too loud for us to hold a conversation, so we just kept to our separate tasks. Thankfully, it was an expensive and effective vacuum which made my portion almost a pleasure as well. We almost bumped into each other as we crossed the room and shot each other cute knowing smiles.

She had finished before I had so she was ready for me when I finally shut the vacuum off.

"Let's break for a spell," she said sitting down on the luxurious couch. She indicated that I should sit almost across from her. She crossed her sexy legs and I got a much better view of those amazing thighs.

"How does it feel?" she asked leaning back.

"Uh, how does what feel?" I asked back.

"To be cuckolded?" she seemed genuinely curious.

The question hit me like a ton of bricks. I mean, this girl saw me caged and naked on our first meeting so that stung, but I still wasn't quite prepared for such direct a question, especially as I had no idea how to answer.

"I don't know..." I finally murmured. "I guess it sucks..."

"I understand sweetie," she said kindly. "I'm sure it's not what you had in mind when you were young, being cock of the walk and all that, idolized by women." She put her cute shoes into my lap. "But let me tell you, there's no shame in losing out to man like Dennis."

That jerk's name still cut me. It caused me to freeze again and lose any positive affect I might have had.

Brit noticed immediately. "Oh I'm sorry honey, wrong word," she said sympathetically. "You will never lose Jenna. It's more like, there's no shame in having a strong gentleman like Dennis take you and your darling under his care."

"Under his care?" I asked confused.

"Well maybe that's not quite right either," Brit said thinking. "You have to admit that all of us need guidance now and again. I know I do." She was really trying and somewhat succeeding in being thoughtful. "This world can be so cruel. To have someone love you like Jenna and to guide you like Dennis. Well, one could do much worse in this life."

"I guess..."

"And always remember," she said sweetly, "He may have her body, but you will always have her heart."

"Yea... that sounds familiar," I murmurer. Still, I hated that guy. The thought just occurred to me, had that thug had this angel here also?

"Uh Brit..." I started to ask meekly, "How well do you know that guy?"

"What?" she asked laughing. "Do you mean like do I know his favorite colour?"

"Uh no..."

"Oh, do you mean like his size shoe? Or his favorite movie?" She was clearly teasing with me. "Do you want to know is PIN?"

She rubbed her shoes on my bare legs as she joked. Her cheery demeanor and friendly jostling evoked a smile from me. She sat up and moved closer to me. My knees were almost in contact with her knee-highs.

"You want me to kiss and tell do ya?" she asked looking into eyes in a playful manner. "Want to know if size matters?"

She put her hand on my leg and I felt a jolt of beta tension shoot through me. "Want to know if he's the best lay I've ever had and I would do anything to have him inside me just... one...more... time?" she asked with increasing softness.

She leaned in close with her lips right next to my ear. I could smell her soft, beautiful scent. She whispered into my ear occasionally touching it with her soft lips, "Too bad..."

She pulled back and laughed a friendly laugh. She then squeezed my knee, "Come on cuck, we've more rooms to do!"

With that she stood up and I did my best to leer under her skirt as she walked away at her soft, white ass. I figured she owed me at least a look after she left me high and dry like that, even if it was in jest.

She gathered up her cleaning supplies and I, after recovering from the beta shock she had sent through me, started wrapping the vacuum cord.

"On to the next!" she said in her playful manner.

She wasn't kidding, there were other rooms to clean. We hit up about five or six more areas and basically kept to the same script as the first room. In some of the rooms without carpet she would show me what needed to be done on her end. By the last room I was pretty much able to clean the whole room by myself.

"Cute and capable!" Brit said smiling at me. I smiled back.

Eventually, we made our way to a rather large walk in closet, or room depending on your affluence, where the cleaning supplies were kept. Brit instructed me how to put the supplies back and where other supplies were kept.

When we shut the door I noticed that I was just down the hall from Jenna's door.

"Full circle it seems," Brit said smiling as we faced each other.

There was a silent pause which indicated that our time together today was done. "You did great today," she said sweetly.

"Thanks," I said almost blushing.

"I'm curious," she said before grabbing my cage and jiggled it back and forth a bit. "This thing really does work," she said marveling down at my locked nub. "Practically naked around me all morning and not one semi!"

I blushed again.

"Well, I won't take it personally," she said giving me that cute wink again. We exchanged smiles. "Jenna is lucky that she found you first," Brit said keeping up the play, "Or you might have been my cuckold!"

"Now go, get on." With that she smacked my bare ass. "Get to your woman before I make a cuck out of you too," she said giggling.

I smiled back at her as I walked to Jenna's door.

When I got close to my destination Brit called out, "Same time tomorrow?"

I looked back at her and nodded. She shot me one last wink before turning away and heading off.

I must have been blushing as I put my hand on the knob to Jenna's door. I walked right in having forgotten all about the key.

[OOAA]

Hot chapters!!!

[aniceguy77]

Hot chapters!!!

Thanks!

[aniceguy77]

With a smile on my face I entered the room. Jenna stood there completely naked with a hand on her shapely hip. Her hair was down and she looked amazing. But, she had a look on her face that made it very difficult to read.

"Hi Jenna, I was just helping Br...."

"Well that's good to hear," she said rather plainly. "You know what they say about idle hands..."

"Uh... what?"

She started to walk up to me calmly. "Why they're the devil's plaything."

As she approached me I started to get nervous. Strangely, that emotion sent shocks to my tied penis.

She was face to face with me as she backed me into the door. She grabbed my cock-cage forcefully and looked me right in the eye. "Guess what I found?" she asked almost like a hunter with her prey.

As I must have widened my eyes in fear as she slowly produced and then dangled the key right in front of me.

"The k-key..." I stammered.

"That's right," she said with an intimidating glare. "Do you have any idea how it found its way to my hand?"

I had already failed my opportunity to be honest, so I just lowered my head and indicated that I hadn't.

"On you knees cuck!" she ordered.

She pointed to the middle of the room where I quickly scurried and then sat on my knees. "Face the bed," she commanded, "And sit on your hands."

I pointed myself toward her bed. She walked up behind me where she stood out of sight. Beta impulses electrified my body.

"Can you believe that I found this?" she asked indicating that she did not expect a response. Without any plausible way out of this, I simply hung my head and kept silent.

Her crotch was touching the back of my head as she rubbed her fingers through my hair. "Here I thought that Dennis had taken the keys and left my poor cucky flaccid for so many days..."

I was in a panic. Did she know that he had given them to me? What would be my punishment now? How would I get out of this?

She pushed my head down with a violent shove. Shen then walked around me and placed her perfect ass right in my face. She was so close my nose occasionally lighlty brushed her smooth, fit cheeks due to her natural sway. Her sweet smell invaded my senses.

"Can you imagine what a dick move that would have been?" she asked rhetorically. "To use up his girlfriend and leave a poor cuckold locked on top of it?"

Her ass was so close I could taste it. I knew that to dive in would be wrong. If she wanted that, she would tell me. What was she doing? Why was she teasing me so?

I mustered up some courage out of panic, "Jenna I..."

She swiveled around to face me. She put her finger on my lips, "Shhhhh cucky...."

I looked into her face which was staring me down. I still could not get a read on her face. Was she angry? Did she know? I couldn't tell.

She sat down on the bed in front of me. "Cuck, we need to talk..." she said firmly. She sat naked and crossed her perfect legs.

She placed the key on her beautiful foot and extended it in front of me. She paused knowing that whatever pace she desired would be how we would proceed, and she didn't seem to be in any rush.

"Do you know what this key can do cuck?" she asked firmly.

"Yes Jenna..." I said somewhat meekly.

"Tell me."

"It can unlock my dick," I said quickly.

"Dicklet, but yes," she said smugly. "What would you do then? With your little peepee free?"

As she asked this she touched my tiny sac with her foot and my nub felt got a beta shock. I winced, but didn't answer.

"Do you even think you can still get hard?" she asked.

I somewhat nodded.

"Even after watching me get pounded by Dennis? Even after ingesting all that cum? Even after having been emasculated by a stronger male right in front of your girlfriend?" Jenna asked as she teased my groin with her bare foot. "That's pretty strange behavior for a real male," she added.

I still didn't answer.

"Do you mean to enter me?" she asked with sinister smirk on her face. "Do you want to squirt your beta seed into me? Is that what you want?"

I somewhat nodded pathetically. She laughed at little at my response. "And what of Dennis? What would he have to say to that?"

The name again shot fear through me. Again though, strangely enough it also sent a huge beta shockwave trough my body. Was his power over me turning me on? Again, I knew not to answer and simply kept my head down.

"Do you seriously think that he would let you, his subbie beta, ever enter me again?" she asked in tone that was somehow not of mockery but of cold hard reason.

I nodded that he would not.

"Do you have any idea what he would do to you if he know you were even entertaining the idea of such a thing?" she asked firmly. I gave one pathetic nod in the affirmative. "Well you have some idea I'm sure," she said coolly. "Whatever he decided, it wouldn't end well for you..."

She placed her soft foot right on my cage. It sent more shocks through me. "Tell me cucky, you never were completely honest were you?" she asked.

This question shot me with fear. What was she talking about? I tried to play it cool and raised my eyes just a bit to try and get a read on her face. However, she wasted no time in continuing. "You never did tell me completely. When he was fucking me, how much did you enjoy it?"

'Thank god that's what she meant,' I thought. I might be safe, for now anyway.

She played with my tied penis as she went on, "Again, be honest. Did you love it?"

I nodded.

"Did he impress you with how well he can take care of me?"

I nodded.

"Were you in awe of him as I rode his rock hard cock with you helpless as can be?"

I nodded in shame. I was being honest. He was the impressive specimen she deserved. Watching him take her to places I could never dream was simply amazing. The truth that she was exposing me to was both humiliating and a relief, the combination of which cause water to form in the corner of my eyes.

She leaned over a bit. "If your little dicklet wasn't locked up.... would you have been 'hard'?"

Again I nodded well past the point of shame.

She jumped up and took the key off her foot. "Show me," she said as she reached the key down and unlocked my caged penis.

The relief was instantaneous. I let out an audible gasp as my tiny guy felt freedom for the first time in longer than I cared to think about.

She placed her beautiful leg between mine so that my tiny balls rested on her soft foot. "No hands, and you have two minutes," she said firmly.

I took her to her word and began humping her leg and foot. I began slow at first as my flaccid penis was extremely sensitive. My mouth found it's way to her athletic and smooth thigh. It tasted so good in my mouth.

My groin was in sensory overload as it rubbed against her soft flesh. She looked down at her boyfriend in only the way a girl who has complete loyalty to her can.

"Come on honey, you can get hard," she cheered me, "Just pretend that Dennis is here fucking me."

As she said this I felt a shock to my dicklet and it actually worked! I felt arousal as my tiny guy started to become erect. She patted my head as I humped the top of her bare foot. "That's it honey," she said sweetly, "Now is your time."

I leaned into her so that we could have more flesh to flesh contact. Her shaven legs were so smooth and they looked so strong as she allowed hers to gratify my beta lust.

It was amazing how the time spent locked had primed my dicklet for this. She could tell that I was building. "Imagine me lifted up into his strong arms..." she tantalized me as I humped. "Imagine him pumping in and out of me while you sit helpless..."

"Jenna..." I gasped as I inched closer.

"Imagine him grabbing you by the hair and pushing your cuck face to clean me up...."

"Jenna, I'm close!" I yelled.

With that Jenna pulled her leg out.

I was left futilely humping air.

"No coming honey," she said firmly. "Unless you tell me how badly you want him to fuck me."

"Yes Jenna!" I cried nearly in tears.

"Yes what?" she asked firmly.

"Yes, I will tell you! Anything you want!"

She crammed her leg and foot back into me and I cried out, "I want him to fuck you!"

As I said this my body started to shake and my dicklet began its squirting all over her beautiful, soft foot. She purred looking down at me coming my little spurts as my body pushed against her strong leg. She seemed genuinely turned on.

I humped her foot as my spasms puttered on and less and less of my beta load left me in a useless attempt for purpose. It was amazing.

I rested my head against her thigh as she patted my head and I dealt with some aftershocks of my sissy cum. When she was satisfied that nothing else would emerge she sat down onto the bed and held her foot fast.

My tiny dicklet was red, but shrunk quickly to even smaller than when she had first released the cage. Her keeping her foot slightly extended told me what to do. I dove down headfirst onto the soft, beta-load covered foot. My tongue went to it and I took it dutifully into my mouth.

"Well honey, I'm proud of you," she said genuinely. "Not many guys are willing to look that pathetic, sexy but pathetic. It seems like this beta-cuckold lifestyle is made for you."

I nodded in agreement as more of my cum entered my mouth.

"I think this is going to work out great," she said happily. "We are lucky that I found that key on the floor over there. I guess he left it on the dresser or something and it fell off somehow..."

As she said this, I felt it was best to keep to my task and clean her beautiful foot.

She continued, "I was going to shoot him a text and ask him where it was, but I didn't want to bother him during his training." I again kept to my task.

"No matter," she said perkily, "I'll just ask him when he gets back..."

If I didn't just have an amazing orgasm I would probably be scared shitless.

Jenna looked down at me and my cleaning handiwork. "Great job honey!" she said holding both sides of my face. "I knew you could do it," with that she pulled me in and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. "You are amazing!"

With that she hopped up and made her way over to the dresser. "Now, go get yourself cleaned up. We have lunch with my mother in fifteen minutes..."

[OOAA]

Great chapter!!! .... she is definitely pressing some of his buttons... what a pity he cannot be totally sincere with her though...

[aniceguy77]

Great chapter!!! .... she is definitely pressing some of his buttons... what a pity he cannot be totally sincere with her though...

Thanks!

I hear ya, but can't he?

[OOAA]

Great chapter!!! .... she is definitely pressing some of his buttons... what a pity he cannot be totally sincere with her though...

Thanks!

I hear ya, but can't he?

Only you can tell us

[DavidSilver]

I like your story. It's very good a targeting a few of my kinks. (Which is lets get kinky as fuck, but don't forget that they love each other.) A few things where to fast for my liking. Especially in the beginning. I like get a longer view into the head of the cuckold and to celebrate his first cream pie a little longer. But there is a good rythm in the follow chapters and still quite a few open questions for follow ups. Keep up the good work.

[aniceguy77]

I like your story. It's very good a targeting a few of my kinks. (Which is lets get kinky as fuck, but don't forget that they love each other.) A few things where to fast for my liking. Especially in the beginning. I like get a longer view into the head of the cuckold and to celebrate his first cream pie a little longer. But there is a good rythm in the follow chapters and still quite a few open questions for follow ups. Keep up the good work.

Thank you very much DS! I hope you also enjoy what is to follow.

[aniceguy77]

As I sat there on my knees with my deflated and spent would-be penis I contemplated my situation. Jenna had facilitated my first real orgasm in days and I felt a tremendous release of pent up sexual frustration. The one her mother caused me was far too close to ruined to provide anywhere near that feeling. Finally, I had been permitted the release that had been building since I got here. That was the good news.

The bad news was that I was now caught in a lie and had no idea on how to get out of it. On one hand I could come clean immediately and tell Jenna that that asshole had given me the key. Of course that wouldn't explain why I lied about it. Or, I could continue to play dumb, but then there was the chance that Dennis would inform them of my deception and then I would be exposed. God only knew what my punishment would be then.

Lastly, I could simply try and 'man up'. I could tell Jenna and her mom that I was done wearing that thing and that she was coming back with me to college and Dennis could go fuck himself. Of course every time that I had attempted that so far I had would up bound, wearing a cock-cage, and with my head swimming in beta angst.

Furthermore, the thought of challenging Dennis and my inevitable defeat sent a beta pulse to my shrunken nub. I was quickly reminded how Jenna had brought me to erection when she mentioned his power over me. Somehow my submission to his Alpha status was getting tied to my sexual identity, and Jenna was right in the middle of all of it. I hated that guy. But the safety and certainty that his control of Jenna and I was somehow becoming something I craved. What a dick.

"Hurry honey, we haven't much time," Jenna said as she slipped on a cute sundress and sandals. "You can be in and out of the shower in a few minutes."

I quickly listened. I didn't have a need to shave as I was still smooth all over. When I finished drying myself off I instinctively reached for my pink prison.

"You don't need that today," Jenna stopped me while touching my arm with a smile. "Being good has its rewards." She flicked the end of my tiny penis with her finger. "Nor the panties," she said finishing herself in the mirror. She turned to me and looked down at my diminished manhood, "I'm sure my mother will be happy to see you."

She grabbed my hand as we exited the room. I was completely naked as we walked down the hallways and past the rooms that I had cleaned earlier. 'They did look nice', I thought to myself.

Jenna didn't say much as she lead me outside to a dining area that overlooked the pool area. It was really beautiful up here and there was a very nice view of the estate. There was a nice breeze and the weather was perfect. Mrs. Anderson was sipping champagne seated at the table that was clothed in an expensive looking white silk. She was again wearing a sheer kimono and a strapped bikini that showed off her amazing body.

"Darlings," Mrs. Anderson called out to us with a smile.

"Hi Mom," Jenna said going over to giver her a hug. I just stood there naked expectantly.

Mrs. Anderson surveyed me up and down with a smile. "Well it looks like someone has been good!" she said radiating a strong but happy affect. "Look at you in all your glory!" She had strange accent on 'glory' that seemed to indicated some irony. Looking down at my tiny, shaven nub she was right to mock it.

Strangely enough, this sent a small pulse down there and it started to get some life into it. I tried to cover up.

"Don't bother darling, we have no secrets here," Mrs. Anderson spoke with some more tinges of irony.

I moved my hands away to reveal my small semi. "Oh my!" Mrs. Anderson borderline-mocked. "It looks so proud!"

Jenna giggled a little, "Mom..."

She address her daughter, "I'm sorry honey. I'm just so happy that that little guy has it's freedom. They say that being confined can have long-term effects, but it looks like it's almost back to its previous... splendor." Again, she spoke with justified mockery. She turned to address me, "Well I can honestly say this sweetie, you have the largest penis currently on the premises that doesn't come in a box."

Jenna giggled again. "Geeze Mom," she said sitting down.

"Oh Jenna relax," Mrs. Anderson said jovially. "Our young cuckold and I have come to an understanding. Isn't that right sweetie?"

"Yes Mrs. Anderson," I answered. Her jostling did nothing to calm my semi. If anything it kept it firm. Small, but firm.

"Well let's put everything on the table then?" Mrs Anderson said confidently, "Describe your (ahem), manhood in one word for us honey."

All the attention of the three of us further was drawn to my would-be hardon. Honestly looking down at it after having seen Dennis's in action I could only think of one word. "Below average," I murmured.

This faux-displeased both of the girls. "Aww honey!" Jenna said smiling.

"Oh no sweetie," Mrs. Anderson chimed in, "Don't be so hard on yourself! Without the little guys we couldn't appreciate the ones that do all the heavy lifting!"

Jenna grabbed it, "Well I like it!" Her hand, though small still completely encompassed it as she pulled me into the seat next to her. I smiled at both the humiliation and levity that that humiliation brought.

There didn't seem to be much food at the table besides some fresh fruit and a variety nuts on a tray that Jenna I picked at. There were some used plates and glasses over on a tray atop a waiter stand nearby.

"I'm sorry to say that lunch is already over. I'm not sure what kept you, but I have a feeling some of us already ate..." Mrs. Anderson said emphasizing 'ate' and smirking at me. How did she know? I just lowered my eyes.

Jenna covered her mouth as she almost coughed up her food laughing. "Geeze Mom, you are full of them today."

"I am sorry dear," Mrs. Anderson said in a playful manner. "It's just with your father gone, and oh how I miss him while he is at work, I haven't anyone to joke with." She sipped her champagne and continued to the previous line of conversation. "It's nothing to be ashamed of sweetie," Mrs. Anderson addressed to me. "Us ladies here have developed a taste for the wine from a male." "

Was she talking about her and Jenna? All of us at the table?

She then smelled her champagne and took a small sip as she continued to look at me, "Although some vintages are clearly of higher value than others..."

Jenna smiled as she put her hand on my leg in support. It was just inches from my semi. Being humiliated in front of these two beauties was filling me with beta impulses. I was ready to dive onto the ground and worship them in supplication if told. This continued emasculation was permeating my very being.

"Well, so how are you two love birds getting along," Mrs. Anderson asked changing the subject.

Jenna smiled at me and answered genuinely, "Just great."

"And you sweetie?" Mrs. Anderson asked.

I had to pause. So much had changed I didn't quite know how to answer her. How was I 'getting along'? As I looked down I saw my tiny dicklet which was now raging hard and fully extended at just over three inches even though I had already come today. She must be right, this training must be what I needed.

"Everything is great Mrs. Anderson," I said calmly looking her in the eye. "I am very happy here with Jenna."

"That's marvelous!" Mrs. Anderson said beaming.

Jenna reached over to me and gave me a deep kiss followed by a loving smile.

"It makes me so happy to see you two together," Mrs. Anderson said. She sipped her champagne, "You remind me of a young Mr. Anderson and myself..."

Jenna squeezed my leg inches my nub.

"I would do anything for your daughter Mrs. Anderson," I said sincerely.

Mrs. Anderson's eyes shot up into mine. She gave me a wry smile, "Oh sweetie, I know. I know..." She looked over to Jenna and winked. "Incidentally, do you see those dishes?" She asked indicating to the waiter's stand. "Would you be a dear and take them to the kitchen?"

I looked over at the pile. "Of course, Mrs. Anderson," I said kissing Jenna and then standing up.

"Oh my," Mrs. Anderson said smiling derisively at my little nub, "There it is again." I went over to the waiter stand. "Just take the whole tray dear," she directed. She then indicated back to the house, "It's just through that door and then down the stairs."

Having worked in the service industry previously, I knew how to pick up the tray and hold it on my shoulder.

I turned back to the ladies flashing my tiny hardon. "And again..." Mrs. Anderson said.

"I'll be right back," I said to them nodding in compliance.

"Take your time honey," Jenna called to me shooting a smile.

I carefully walked the tray to the indicated door way. As I was just about out of earshot I heard Mrs. Anderson. "Such a marvel that that key wound up on the floor...."

[aniceguy77]

As I descended the staircase with the tray on my shoulder I felt pretty good about that lunch. Mrs. Anderson seemed pretty pleased with how I was coming along. I was starting to get used to her and Jenna seeing me with no masculine attire and even though they were both playfully teasing me, at least they got to see that I can still at least get hard. Now they know that I still have some virility, and who knows, maybe with Dennis gone I might get to fuck one of them? Or both! 'This family seemed pretty open-minded,' I thought. Mrs. Anderson did say that I had the only penis on the premises.

The thought kept my little guy erect as I descended the staircase. Also lucky, was the fact that the key wasn't really brought up at all during lunch. It was only after I had left that I heard it even mentioned. This scared me a little, but I guessed that it is so minor an issue at this point that I am in the clear.

At the bottom of the staircase were double-doors with windows on them, the same that they have in restaurants. I pushed them open and stepped into a large and beautifully furnished kitchen. This kitchen in many ways resembled that of a professional kitchen with oversized sinks, a variety of grills and even a dishwashing station.

Before I could really take much more in I heard a voice behind me, "Hello cucky. Long time no see."

I turned around to see the same girl that was behind the bar the night before and gotten the drinks ready for everyone. This time I got a better look at her. She looked to be about my age as well. She had a slight punk look about her. She was wearing black Chuck Taylors, tan cargo capris and a white tank top that showed off her fit upper body. It also showed off a number of tattoos, one of which was on her upper arm and it resembled something to do with military service although I couldn't exactly place it. Her face however, was amazing and could buy her ticket into any modeling agency in the world. She was feminine, but she definitely had an edge about her that told me that she was not someone to mess with.

She outed a cigarette and hopped off a countertop. She stood at about my height and gave me a good look over. Finally she spoke, "Well I can see why Jenna cucked you."

"I'm sorry...?" I somewhat stammered.

"I said," she said in a slightly smoky voice without batting an eye, "I can see why Jenna cucked you."

I must have looked dumbfounded, so she helped me out by a slight indication of her eyes downward. I followed her lead and looked down to see my tiny erection. I was getting so used to this that I kept forgetting. I tried to cover up with one hand but the tray was too heavy. I looked around for somewhere close to put it down but there was nothing.

"Don't bother," she said tersely. "I've already seen it. I mean, I wish I hadn't, but here we are."

I stood there ashamedly as she took her time. "Turn around," she ordered calmly.

"What?" I asked confused.

"I said, 'turn around' as in face away from me," she again calmly directed.

I followed her orders. She seemed to be checking out my backside, "Hmmm ok. It looks like we have something to work with here."

I quickly turned back around to face her, "Look is there somewhere I can put this down? It's getting really heavy."

"Relax hon," she said with an almost evil smile. "You can stand the exercise." She could see that I was starting to struggle. "Don't you want to be a big strong man?" she again asked with a tinge of mockery.

She walked up to me and got real close. She looked me in the eyes as if she was deciding something. "Well I will say this," she said with a smile from the side of her mouth, "Jenna does pick the cute ones."

She must have seen me slightly blushing and then looked down at my rock-hard dicklet. "Oh? You like that?" She started to walk away from me. "Well don't get used to it. I'm not known for my compliments." She opened up a closet and produced another waiter stand. She opened it next to the dishwasher. "Here," she said simply. "Before your break your vag."

I quickly put the tray down and felt immediate relief. She grabbed my arm and felt it for muscles. "I hope you are really good with books," she said half-friendly half-derisively. I sort of nodded.

"I'm Kat," she said.

"Hi I'm..."

"The fiance," she interrupted. "Yea, I know."

"Actually, I'm..."

"I wasn't kidding by the way," she said with an honest tone, "You are cute. And again, I don't say that a lot."

"Uhh thanks..." I mustered blushing.

She smiled not-unkindly, "Yea, well that and a three inch stiffy will get you jack shit in this world am I right?"

I laughed a little. "Is um, Kat short for something?"

"Yea, Miss Kat," she said in all seriousness. She indicated to the dishwasher, "Now, you know how to work this thing right?"

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I sort of half-nodded that I did. "Well get to it," she said matter-of-factly.

I was taken back a bit, "Well actually I..."

She turned, faced me squarely and said cutting me off, "Have a lot more to do after the dishes? Yea, I know."

I was dumbfounded. Her posture and stare told me that she meant business. She didn't look angry, she just looked in charge. Her face had a calm seriousness that spoke to the fact that how she said things were going to go, they were going to go.

The beta pulses resulting from her firm hand kept my baby erection solid. I lowered my eyes to the dishes. I started to unload them from the tray. "Here, put this on," she said tossing me an pink lace apron. "Let's call that yours until we get you one official."

Without thinking I slipped it on over my head. It was a little short but it did go below my groin. She pushed against my erection through the fabric with her hand. "As long as your little tent doesn't keep you from completing your chores," she said in a genial manner, "I suppose it can stay."

Being treated in this way was absolutely humiliating. But the sensation of her hand and her dominant treatment practically made me cream my apron.

She leaned back and watched me as I continued unloading the dishes and glasses. "So um... how many things do I have to do after this?" I asked sheepishly.

"Don't worry, I'll show you," she answered somewhat aloofly, "I'm not some kind of monster. Make you guess your chores or some shit like that."

We both kind of chuckled. "Uh, well I guess what I meant was..." I was trying to ask the question politely as possible. "Why do I have chores?"

She laughed a little at my question. "Do you see this house you are in? Think it runs on its own?" she asked with faux-exasperation. "Are you sure you are good with books?"

"No... I just..."

"Love Jenna? Want to help out?" she said firmly. "Well start with the dishes. It'll make your dick bigger." I shot her a glance. "I'm just kidding it won't," she responded. "But it will make the dishes clean."

She was right about that. I started running the first dishes under the hose and got them prepped for the dishwasher.

She hopped up onto a stool and watched me work. "Who knew that doing the dishes could make a guy hard," she said jokingly.

"It's not, it's..."

"The servitude, I know," she said cutting me off.

I paused and thought about what she had just said, "No it's..."

"My capris..."

"No, although they are cute," I paused and tried to be honest. "I can't believe I'm tell you this, it's just, Jenna had this thing on me..."

"Yea, the cock-cage," she said frankly. "I was there last night you know. Your cucking? It was pretty evident through the panties."

My god I thought, all that was true. Keeping track of all of this was too much. Just when I feel like I am starting to roll with things, a new gorgeous girl pops up and sees my transformation. How many girls did this place have?

"How many girls does this place have?" I asked pointedly.

Kat let out a genuine laugh. "We are everywhere aren't we?" she said smiling. "Well like they say, 'It takes a village', or 'a harem'..."

I couldn't tell if she was joking or not.

"Well we aren't here to embarrass you," she seemed to say supportively. "I've never been emasculated, so I can't say exactly what it feels like. I've been through boot though and that sucked, so maybe I have some idea."

"Boot?"

"Camp, boot camp," she answered, "Anyway, the drill instructors were acting in our best interests, cunts though they were."

I still was confused, "Well... so you are here to help me? How?"

"I'm not a fucking psychologist," she answered firmly. "I'm here to help you with chores. And other things..."

"Like what?"

"What's the biggest thing that you've ever fit in your ass?" she asked directly.

I was taken aback. "Wwhhhat?"

"Can I guess?" she asked biting the side of her lip.

I looked at her shocked and feeling completely naked, even more than I actually was.

"Never mind," she quickly replied. "Don't tell me. I like surprises."

As she started to look me up and down again I placed the last of the dishes in the dishwasher and started the cycle.

She hopped off the stool and picked up a bucket and a rag. "Here, fill these with water and soap and follow me."

I lowered my head and obediently listened suddenly made more aware that my apron was open in the back.

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She led me over to the corner of the beautifully tiled kitchen. There was an equally beautifully tiled utility shower.

"Hand me the bucket," she asked and I complied. "Get in," she followed up curtly. I hesitated a bit. "Get in, now," she said without much of change in tone. I listened.

"On all fours," she ordered.

"Why...?" I asked nervously.

She looked at me a bit exasperated as if to ask, "are we really going to do this?" Her look and my submission had me follow orders. I was on all fours and I faced away from her as I supposed she wanted. Her pause behind me made me nervous as hell. What the hell was going to happen?

She looked down on my on all fours with my bare ass facing her. "I love the thought hon," she said a bit playfully, "I really do. You are very sweet for offering yourself so soon after meeting, slutty, but sweet. But how am I supposed to hand this bucket to your fucking ass?"

I peered behind me. She was looking down with the soap bucket in her hand seemingly in an effort to hand it to me. "Oh...thanks..." I stammered.
She chuckled a bit, "I said 'all fours' not 'present me your hungry boy-pussy'."

I was ashamed at the confusion. "Mrs. Anderson is the kind of person who likes shit like this cleaned by hand," she stated. "I guess she has a thing about fucking mops."

I took the bucket and placed it down next to me. "So I uh... just have to the tile in here?" I asked indicating the utility shower.

"Yup," she answered, "Then you just have to do the tile in the kitchen. Then you just have to clean the downstairs bathroom. And then you just have to clean the other downstairs bathroom. Well you get the idea. I said that you should do the spa also since you made such a mess in there last night, but Mrs. Anderson says that it can wait. Something about, 'not overworking the poor boy'."

"Geeze," I said getting to my task. "Well, so what are you going to do? That other gir-"

"I'm supervising." Kat interrupted. "I heard about the trouble you get into when you are left alone. Yelling at girls, getting beat up by freshman, other little boy nonsense..."

The humiliation of my inadequacies getting around sure did help keep me in check. It also remarkably kept me hard.

"Don't get me wrong," Kat continued, "I have full faith that you can clean all of this by yourself without supervision. But someone has to show you the ropes of what rooms, where the cleaning supplies are, where the stuff goes and shit. Soon you will be all on your lonely. Think it as your afternoon routine."

"Fuck this..." I murmured.

"Fuck what?" she asked.

I sat up on my knees in my apron. "First some dude gets to fuck my girlfriend, then that fucking cage, now I'm doing chores," I almost growled. "Why the hell are they doing this to me?"

Kat was unfazed. "There's the fucking door," she said nodding her head with arms crossed.

She had called my bluff and I lowered my eyes to her gaze. "I can't do that..." I almost whined.

"Why the hell not?" she asked.

I had to think about my answer. "I can't leave Jenna," I supposed.

"Duh. Anything else?" she asked.

Again I had to think about the answer.

"Want to go back to frustrating relationships with frustrated girls?" she asked pointedly. "Yea, we talk, I heard all about your past," she answered my next question. "Want to bounce around from unsatisfied bimbo to unsatisfied bimbo?"

Her questions were unfortunately and remarkably applicable. "Let's not forget your habit of limp-dicking through life," she looked down at me on the ground still with my erection. "It looks like we've solved that problem too. Your little friend there has been attention since we met."

Her words cut, but they did have reason. I struggled to think of any kind of argument. "Sure, why don't you just walk out on the only girl who has offered to put up with your ineffectual bullshit? I'm sure the next girl will tolerate all that whining," She spoke in an even, and not mean-spirited way. She didn't have to to make her point. "Oh, did I mention that she's hot?" She paused for effect, "But like I said, there's the fucking door."

Kat was right, never getting to worship Jenna again was not an option. In fact, the next time I had the option I would dive head first into her perfect ass as some sort of repentance.

"But that guy," I whined again.

"Dennis?" Kat said almost lighting up. "What about him?"

"Why the hell does he get to fuck her?"

"Cause he earned it you cuck," she said almost bored. "Don't like it? Challenge him."

Her proposition froze me solid. "I can't..." I said softly.

"Yea, no shit," she replied casually. Her curt reply sent a beta pulse to my mini-hardon. "That guy will hurt you," she said honestly. "He's actually pretty cool once you get to know him. I know you are new to this whole 'having a Bull' thing, but you could do a lot worse. He's only hard on you until you get trained. Then you will be as happy as a clam to have him."

"What? You know this guy too?"

She almost blushed a bit. "Let me put it this way," she said with that cute smile on the side of her mouth. "Do you see my face?"

"Yea," I answered.

"What do you think of it?" She asked.

She really was stunning. "I mean, you are very pretty. Crazy gorgeous actually," I answered honestly.

"Well there are very few, very few guys who I have begged to unload on my face," she said with all seriousness.

I paused a bit. "So uh, Dennis...?"

"None of your fucking business." she said smiling. "Besides I'm pretty sure you were the one with him on your face last night!"

"That was different!" I cried.

She laughed it off, "Yea whatever. Well give it a week and you'll be begging for it."

"Yea right," I said defiantly. "I'm not gay."

"Honey, you will be whatever he says you will be," she said relaxing again. "Feel free to give him push-back. It will definitely make things more interesting. But, remember you had the opportunity to leave and you didn't." She was looking at her fingernails, "So the way I see it, you can either challenge him..."

"Or?"

"Or be the best fucking cuck you can be," she said matter-of-factly. "Now how about getting the fuck back to work so we can get this moving?"

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Very thoughtful and fun chapter. I love the depth that you are taking us in his adventure! I'm sure that there are men and women all over the world waiting to read the entire adventure.
we're from Texas, I would love to see other readers list their location so as to give the author more inspiration to keep writing. It's hard to write something with this much content and detail!
Thank you "nice guy"!

[1hottxcpl4fun]

Very thoughtful and fun chapter. I love the depth that you are taking us in his adventure! I'm sure that there are men and women all over the world waiting to read the entire adventure.
we're from Texas, I would love to see other readers list their location so as to give the author more inspiration to keep writing. It's hard to write something with this much content and detail!
Thank you "nice guy"!

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Very thoughtful and fun chapter. I love the depth that you are taking us in his adventure! I'm sure that there are men and women all over the world waiting to read the entire adventure.
we're from Texas, I would love to see other readers list their location so as to give the author more inspiration to keep writing. It's hard to write something with this much content and detail!
Thank you "nice guy"!

Thank you very much for you kind words!

I am keenly aware that this story isn't for everyone or even a tenth of readers, but so long as some enjoy it, I will probably continue.

Thanks again!