The next day after my first experience in The Room, Fiona wanted me to talk about how I felt about what I had done, what she had made me do, or what had been done to me – I was still sorting it all out in my head. Ever since she introduced me to her kinky side, we had talked about our fantasies as well as our limits. She had never crossed a line and hadn’t last night either. She knew I was a little bi curious, and I had enjoyed everything we had ever tried. It was just the combination of things the night before, and the way she had “forced” me into my first bi experience. Honestly, it was almost exactly how I had always envisioned it happening. I had been caught off guard, but that made it even more exciting. I was also still extremely concupiscent, and the cream that she had used to keep me from being able to cum still hadn’t completely worn off.
“I’m not sure how I feel,” I said after a thoughtful pause.
I was sitting naked on the sofa with her sitting beside me, fully clothed, with her hand gently caressing my thigh. My cock was still semi-hard from last night and my inability to orgasm.
“You aren’t upset with me, are you?” she asked, genuinely concerned.
“No, no, not at all!” I assured her, “It was just a huge surprise, I wasn’t expecting quite, um, so much.”
“Well, he wasn’t that big, but he did cum a lot,“ she chuckled at the word play.
I blushed, remembering how the cock felt as it grew and got harder in my mouth, making my own cock begin to rise again as I laughed at her little joke.
“Yes, he did,“ I admitted as I looked down, not wanting her to see my face, “but you know what I mean.“
“Yes, I understand. I just remember how you described your fantasy of being forced to suck another man’s cock, and I wanted to make it happen for you, baby,“ she said, placing her hand under my chin and lifting it so she could look into my eyes again.
“You definitely got it right,“ I said and smiled.
“And I know you are still desperate to cum. I might have used a little more of that cream than I needed, but it was the first time I’ve tried it on you, and I wanted to make sure you didn’t cum,“ Fiona explained, “I wanted you to stay on the edge to make you more willing, you know?”
“It did the trick,“ I said as I tapped on the now stiff shaft between my legs.
“Don’t worry, it will wear off soon and I will make him feel all better,“ she said, reaching over and stroking my cock, making me produce a little moan.
“And how do you feel about being a cock sucker, now?“ she asked, holding my gaze as she continued to tease me.
“That’s the part that I’m not so sure about,“ I said, my voice breaking a little.
She said, “I’ll bet, before long, you will be looking forward to your friends coming over for your training sessions.”
“Does this mean we are going to do this again?“ I asked, a little afraid of the answer.
I was so close to the edge that I was already producing precum. Instead of answering me right away, she milked a large drop onto her fingers and brought them to my lips. I sucked her fingers into my mouth and licked them clean.
“I think we both know the answer to that,“ she said as she brought her hand back down and resumed pumping my cock.
We talked for a while longer, and I felt better afterwards. It really had been a fantastic way to pop that particular cherry.
Over the next few months, we repeated the experience at least once a week, sometimes more. Fiona always made sure I was bound and unable to resist while my buddy fed me his cock, just as she had the first time. She also continued to keep me blindfolded so I wouldn’t know who was the recipient of my oral services.
Once I got over my initial fear and humiliation, I started paying more attention and realized that there were three different guys! I guess she thought that would make it more difficult for me to identify them. I kept trying to discern some clues about their identities, but, between the earbuds and blindfold, all I had to go on were the details of their cocks and balls. One was thicker than the others, and one was so long I couldn’t take the full length without gagging. They were all shaved smooth, which I appreciated. The thick one and the regular-sized one were both circumcised. The long one was not. The regular guy had the biggest balls. The thick guy’s balls were always tight against his body, which meant I mostly licked and kissed them. That was still very humiliating. The other two hung a little lower, so I could suck them into my mouth and roll them around with my tongue, which I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed. I didn’t know how any of these details would help me identify them. It’s not like I could just randomly ask my friends if I could see their cocks and balls. Fiona would only tell me that I knew all of them well and saw them frequently. She enjoyed teasing me about not knowing which of my friends knew about my secret perversion, but if I tried to guess, she wouldn’t say a word.
I was also starting to notice differences in the taste of their cum. None of it was bad, and sometimes the same guy would have a slightly different taste than I remembered. I had read somewhere that semen’s taste could be influenced by what the guy ate.
“You know you are going to start to crave the taste of cum,“ Fiona predicted one day when we were talking about how I was leaning to enjoy the training sessions.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever get to that point,“ I said, blushing at the thought.
Slowly, I was accepting that it wasn’t so bad. Okay, I admit, it was becoming something I looked forward to, and I became a more willing participant. I had even been reading up on how to give better fellatio and how to reduce or eliminate my gag reflex.
One day, after a session with “Long Cock”, as I privately named him (I thought of the others as “Fat Cock” and “Regular Cock”), Fiona brought a long slender dildo out of the room and handed it to me. It was about nine inches long and about one inch in diameter, with fake balls at the base and a suction cup.
“I know you’ve been trying to do better with deep throat,“ she said, “if you practice with this several times a day, you’ll get better.“
“Thanks, I think,“ I said hesitantly.
“We want you to be able to take him all the way down to his balls,“ she explained, giving me a little kiss on the lips.
“Oh!“ I exclaimed, not knowing what else to say, then I started thinking about how hot it would be having his cock down my throat while my tongue teased his balls, and my cock twinged.
“It will be much easier on you if you train yourself with this one before he starts going farther. He has been holding back until now,“ Fiona said, with a smile.
Now I was worried about how long he really was! Fiona suggested that I lie with my head hanging off the edge of the bed to practice so that it would be more like the position in the chair. I made sure to practice at least two or three times a day until I could consistently take the entire shaft down to the balls without gagging. I worked on keeping it there longer and longer, then I started fucking my throat with it.
It was a couple of weeks before it was Long Cock’s turn to use me again. It wasn’t easy – his cock was thicker than the dildo – but I managed to take every inch and lick his balls as I had envisioned. Fiona patted and rubbed my belly to let me know that she was proud of me. After that, he spent a lot of time fucking my throat every time.
Fiona had always liked to tease me and deny me orgasms while making me give her as many as she could stand, but I was noticing a new trend. She was making me wait until my training sessions and not letting me cum otherwise. She hadn’t used the special cream on me since that first time. Instead, she would use a slim vibrating wand with a slanted head to massage my prostate while she stroked my cock. This made my cock leak cum without giving me a real orgasm. She would simultaneously bring me to the edge multiple times while I sucked and swirled my tongue and tried some of the techniques that I had read about. I tried to make the mystery cock cum as quickly as possible, but it never worked. He would withdraw his shaft when he started to get too close, and I would be forced to service his balls until he calmed down. Then he would feed me his cock again, and I had to work to get him fully hard and ready to cum again.
Meanwhile, Fiona would stop and start her ministrations as well to keep me right on the edge. The two of them would coordinate their efforts to keep me sucking cock until my jaws were sore (I’ve read that this is actually excellent exercise for the facial muscles). When they decided I had had enough, they would time it so my own orgasm was synchronized with his climax into my mouth.
After I swallowed every drop he had to give and licked his shaft clean, as they had taught me to do, Fiona would bring her hand to my lips so I could lick up my own cum as well. She had been feeding me my own cum almost since we started dating, so that really wasn’t anything new. Still, it was especially humiliating that one of my friends was watching me greedily suck the cum off her fingers as if I hadn’t gotten enough after his massive load. I felt like a true cum slut in those moments.
I knew she was doing all of this to make me associate my own pleasure with sucking cock, but even though I was aware, it was still working. It was humiliating to admit, but Fiona’s prediction was coming true. I began to crave the taste and feel of a dick in my mouth. I liked feeling it grow and get hard as I worked it with my tongue and lips and milked out those first few drops of precum. I also liked the taste and smell of my friends’ balls. I couldn’t hear them because of the earbuds, but I imagined that they were moaning in pleasure as I licked and sucked them. Most of all, I wanted the reward at the end – the salty-sweet taste of the semen and the gooey feeling on my tongue that lingered even after I swallowed every drop. In between sessions, I would find myself remembering the taste of the last guy I sucked and wondering when the next session would be, just like she said.
Once she knew I was hooked, she started adding a few little extras just to make sure I was humiliated as much as possible. I had to say “Please sir, may I have your cock” before I was allowed to take his member into my mouth, and then, after he was done, and I had eaten both of our emissions and licked him clean, I had to give him one more kiss on the head of his penis and say “Thank you sir, I can’t wait to do that again very soon”. Fiona would turn down the music for those moments so I could hear myself saying the words. They made my face burn from embarrassment every time. I’m sure the guys were laughing about it behind my back.
In between training sessions, she started making little comments about random guys we would see and ask if I thought he might have a nice cock to force me to look more closely at his package, because she expected me to answer. She made me follow guys into public restrooms where I had to try to get a look at their cocks and then come back and describe them to her. She also liked to talk extensively about my sucking technique and what the guys had told her they liked the most. Eventually, she told me that I was becoming the best cock sucker they’d ever had. More than anything, she enjoyed making me tell her how much I was starting to look forward to my time in the chair and giving her a detailed “blow-by-blow“ (her pun, not mine) of what I did and how it felt after each session.
There were other physical games she enjoyed playing. She made me promise to never masturbate without her permission, and then that became another of her favorite activities – making me strip and stroke myself while she watched. I jerked for her in the kitchen while she made dinner, beside the sofa while she talked on the phone with her friends and family, at my desk while I was on a call with clients, and in the bathroom while I watched her take a shower. Sometimes she would decide to drive when we were going somewhere, and she would have me pull down my pants and play with myself in the car. Then, other times, she would make me go for days without touching me or allowing me to touch myself. I’m still not sure which was worse.
Over the summer, she added another little game to our relationship – when it was my turn to cook or do some of the household chores, she started making me strip and put on nothing but an apron. She would tease me the entire time, running her fingernails over my bare flesh, rubbing against the bulge in the front of the apron, and penetrating me with her finger if I had to bend over to do something.
One day, while I was working in the kitchen in my “uniform”, there was a knock at the door. I gasped and started to run for the bedroom.
“No, don’t go. Keep doing what you are doing. I’ll get the door,“ Fiona said, then smiled and added, “this time.”
I was torn. The kitchen was on one side of the large open floor plan. The living room area was between the kitchen and the door, so when the door was open, there would be a clear view across the room to the kitchen, but there was a long waist-high bar, so they would only be able to see the upper part of my body. As long as I was facing the door, they might not even notice I was bare-chested behind the apron. At least this is what I was telling myself as I grabbed a towel and started wiping down the countertop.
Fiona opened the door. It was a UPS delivery. As she signed his device with her finger, he noticed me in the background and gave me the little “guy nod”, and I nodded back in reply. Suddenly, his eyebrows raised, and he took a closer look at me, but Fiona was handing his device back, and he took it and handed her the package, then headed back up the hall. Fiona closed the door, brought the package over, and put it on the bar.
“See, nothing to worry about,“ she said.
“I think he noticed,“ I replied, blushing.
“Noticed what? You were behind the bar,“ she said dismissively. “Besides, we can do what we want in our own home, right?“
This was her view about a lot of things, so I knew there was no point in arguing.
She pushed the small box across the bar.
“Is this for me?“ I asked.
“Yes, just a little ‘upgrade‘ for your uniform,“ she said, smiling deviously.
Her little gifts were almost always a double-edged sword, so with a bit of trepidation, I opened the box, which seemed heavier than I expected. Inside was a lump wrapped in bubble wrap, which I peeled away to reveal a shiny new butt plug! It was made of stainless steel and was shaped so it wouldn’t easily come out with a rather large (in my opinion) bulb-shaped head, followed by a slender shaft and a flattened ring handle at the end. It was one of the higher-end designs that we had been looking at online recently, but I didn’t know she had already ordered it.
“Oh, wow, you shouldn’t have,“ I said sarcastically.
“We have been talking about this for a while, I thought it was time we gave it a try,“ she said, chuckling.
“Isn’t it kinda big?“ I asked, picking it up and feeling its weight.
“I did some research. It needs to be big enough so it won’t slip out easily. I have pegged you with dildos bigger than that. The thin shaft will allow your sphincter to close around it, keeping it in place. You should be able to feel it inside you, but it won’t be constantly stretching those ring muscles, so you can wear it for extended periods,“ she said, sounding like a professor of analology or something.
“Extended periods?“ I queried, those being the words that stood out the most.
“Yes, well, maybe not at first, but over time, you should be able to wear it 24/7 if I want,“ she said.
I noted that she said if she wanted.
“Let’s take it slow, okay?“ I said, nervously looking at the large head of the toy again.
“Of course, sweetie. Have I ever pushed you too far, too fast?“ she asked. This was another of her mantras.
“No, I know you always take your time with me and that I worry too much sometimes,“ I replied.
“So, let’s try this thing on,“ she said, motioning me towards the sofa.
She sat on the middle seat and scooched all the way back. This was her usual, over-the-knees spanking position.
“Hand me the lube and the plug and then lie down here,“ she said, patting her lap.
I did as I was told. This was one of the most humiliating positions. I always felt like a child and incredibly exposed. She started by pushing the outside leg off of her knee to spread my legs and give her better access. Then I heard the snap of the cap on the bottle of lube and felt a small dollop of cool liquid drip right on my puckered hole. The cap snapped closed, and then she started working the lubricant around the rim and finally pushed one, then two, fingers into me. When she was satisfied that she could get the two fingers into me past the second knuckle, she stopped her probing, and the lube cap snapped open and then closed again. The next sensation was the cold steel plug touching my anus.
“Are you ready, baby?“ she asked.
“Yes, just take it easy, okay?“ I replied nervously.
“Of course, but you have to relax for me. Just relax and let it happen,“ she said soothingly. This was yet another of her favorite phrases.
I tried to relax my sphincter as she started to press the fat metal bulb into my ass. I whimpered as my muscles stretched around the invader. She backed off for a second and twisted it back and forth to make sure everything had plenty of lube, then pressed again more firmly. I moaned a second time, but she didn’t stop. There was a squishy plop as the head passed through the ring, and my involuntary reaction was to clench, which sucked the plug the rest of the way in, right up to the handle.
“Oh, god, that felt huge!“ I exclaimed, feeling a slight ache in my anal muscles.
“Good, boy. That was so amazing to watch,“ she beamed.
She started tapping on the handle of the plug, which made me squirm. It was just touching my prostate, sending crazy vibes across my whole body.
“Let’s get you up and see how it feels,“ she said, finally.
It was harder to stand up than I expected. Every movement seemed to make me squeeze the plug or make it move inside of me.
“Now, go finish cleaning up the kitchen and see how it feels,“ she said, smacking my bare ass.
“Yes, ma’am,“ I joked.
So I cleaned the kitchen and spent the next several hours with my ass filled with this lump of steel. It felt heavy in my hole and constantly reminded me of its presence when I moved or bent over, and especially when I sat down. The handle fit perfectly between my ass cheeks, but sitting pushed the plug deeper into me.
“You know, that plug is so sexy, I can’t wait until you can wear it all the time,“ she told me later that evening after she had watched me bend over to put something in the bottom drawer of the cabinet we used as a TV stand.
“Are you really going to make me wear it all the time?“ I asked.
“Well, of course you have to take it out to use the bathroom, and you will want to keep yourself clean back there,“ she said.
Another couple of months passed with me wearing this heavy steel plug for longer and longer periods until I reached her goal of keeping my ass plugged full time. I grew used to its constant presence, but never enough to forget it was there. I actually felt empty and missed it when it was out. It was especially present in my mind when I was hanging out with friends because some of them knew I was wearing it!
My cock sucking training had continued through all of this time, and all three of my “cum buddies”, as Fiona had started calling them, had surely seen it. It was so embarrassing because it could be any of them! Sometimes I thought I might have seen a knowing smile when I squirmed a little, but I never dared to ask. I couldn’t imagine how I would explain myself if I guessed wrong.
One afternoon, when I was cleaning in the living room, Fiona called me over to the chair by the big glass doors that led to the small balcony. I always avoided that spot when I was doing chores in nothing but my apron because the neighbors could see inside our apartment from their balcony, just like we could clearly see inside theirs. They were an older couple, and they seemed friendly when we bumped into them in the hall or elevator. Everyone in the building kept their windows and the balcony doors open as much as possible when the weather allowed, which was most of the year in this region.
She untied the apron and gestured for me to take it off. I glanced nervously out the doors and couldn’t see anyone. I removed the apron and dropped it on the floor. My cock was standing exceptionally tall that evening, probably because it had been a while since she had let me cum. She raked the underside of my shaft with her fingernails gently, making me cringe.
“You know,“ she said, “I think I like you better like this. I want you to stay nude at home all the time. Will you do that for me?”
This really wasn’t a huge change. I ran around in just an apron a lot, slept fully naked, walked from the bathroom to the bedroom naked, and lots of other things, but somehow, this felt like a real inflection point.
“What does ‘all the time‘ mean?“ I asked. I knew she could be a bit of a rules lawyer.
“Just how it sounds. Anytime you are home, you will be nude. Some people call it being a home nudist,“ she explained, “I will let you wear the apron when you are cooking. We don’t want to get anything burned,“ she said, patting my penis, making it bob.
“What about when we have company?“ I asked, afraid of the answer.
“I think we can play it by ear. Most of our friends probably won’t mind,“ she said confidently, as if she had already taken a poll.
“I might mind!“ I exclaimed.
“Oh, come on, baby, you trust me, right? What is my number one responsibility?“ she prompted.
“I know, safe and sane,“ I said, repeating the words she had told me a hundred times before.
“That’s right, and have I ever pushed you too far, too fast?“, she continued with another of her catch phrases.
“No, but our friends?! The guys are going to be brutal,“ I said, imagining my friends laughing and calling me pussy whipped, or probably worse – seeing my smooth, hairless body with everything exposed. My plug, oh god! What would they say about my plug?
I was flushed and red-faced, but as I looked down and saw my cock standing at full attention, I knew I was going to go along with this. Fiona had known I would before she asked.
“Don’t worry, I’ve already planted the seed with your cum buddies. They have agreed to help tone down the others,“ she said.
So she had been planning this for a while. The groundwork was laid. I should have known; she always seemed to be a step ahead. Maybe this would be my chance to finally discover which of my friends I was sucking off all the time. Thinking of them gave me a taste for some cum. It had been a few days since we had any of them over. I was so horny right now, the idea of taking a cock into my mouth sounded so good. Then I remembered Fiona was waiting for me to say something…
“Okay,“ I finally said with much hesitation, “but we take it slow, right?”
I wasn’t sure how to slowly come out as a nudist, but it seemed like the only point of control I had.
“Of course! Did you think I was going to throw a big coming-out party?“ she laughed, and I laughed nervously. I’ll bet she had considered the idea.
“Okay, then it’s settled,“ she said, “I’ll make dinner for us tonight to celebrate.”
As I bent over to pick up my apron, Fiona glanced out the glass doors behind me.
“Hello, Mrs. Ramey!“ she yelled brightly.
I was mooning the neighbors! I quickly stood up and turned around, not thinking fast enough that this was worse. Now my bouncing cock was pointed straight at the old lady.
“Hello, dear,“ the woman said, “I see you are doing a good job keeping that young fellow in line.”
I started to move sideways out of view, but Fiona put her arm around my waist, slid the door fully open, and guided me out onto the balcony!
“It’s hard to find a good guy these days, but he’s coming along,“ Fiona said, giving me a little peck on the cheek.
Mrs. Ramey leaned forward and adjusted her glasses to get a better look.
“He looks pretty good to me,“ she said, laughing, “I think I’d keep him just like that.”
I was mortified, just standing there with my throbbing erection on full display as the two women talked about me.
“Oh, you’ll be seeing a lot more of him like this from now on,“ Fiona replied. She moved her hand down and grabbed my ass, making me jump as she added, “He’s decided to become a home nudist.“
“Good, good, I’ll be sure to keep an eye out,“ Mrs. Ramey said with a coy smile.
“You kids have a good day, I’m going to fix me and Henry some lunch and watch my shows,“ she said.
“Okay, bye,“ Fiona replied, waving again and allowing me to finally step back inside.
“I hope we are a cute old couple like that one day,“ she said, following me and hugging me from behind.
I remained nude the rest of the day. Usually, I would have stripped before bed, but there was no need for that. The next morning, when I got up, my bobbing morning wood reminded me of my new dress code, so I headed to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast.
Fiona had started working most days at one of the small local galleries where some of her paintings were on display. My metalworking art projects were mostly a hobby at this point, though I did get a couple of commissions. My day job was as a freelance web designer, which meant I could work from home full-time. Fiona allowed me to put on a shirt if I had to be on video calls with my clients, but otherwise, my clothes stayed in the bedroom. It felt a little weird to be skulking around the place naked. I learned to put a towel down on the leather desk chair so my bare ass didn’t stick to the seat. I was very distracted for the first week or so, and it was difficult to not play with myself, but over time, it started to feel almost normal.
“Oh, I love coming home to a hot naked man!“ Fiona had said that first evening when she got home.
I was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and my cock got half hard at the compliment as I grinned and blushed. She had seen me naked a million times, but somehow it felt different knowing it was going to be like this all the time. I have read about naturists and nudists who try to say it’s not about sex, but for me, nudity has never stopped feeling incredibly sexy.
I was in my second week of being nude at home and starting to get more comfortable with it when, shortly after Fiona got home, there was a knock at the door.
“Will you get that? It’s Sarah. She said she would be stopping by,” Fiona yelled from the bedroom.
I rushed into the bedroom and pulled open a drawer to grab some shorts.
“What are you doing?“ she asked, pausing the brush in her hair mid-stroke.
“I can’t answer the door like this,“ I said.
“Of course you can, silly. I told Sarah about you being nude at home now, and she’s okay with it,“ she said as she pushed me away from the dresser. “Go, answer the door.”
I was blushing profusely as I walked to the door. Of course, she was okay with it. I was the one turning beet red as I approached the door.
I wondered how many of her friends she had told. Sarah was her best friend, so maybe it was just her.
Sarah knocked again before I reached the door.
“Coming!” I called out.
I tried to stand behind the door as I opened it, doing a poor job of hiding myself.
“Well, hello, Brian!“ Sarah said as she stepped inside. “I see Fiona wasn’t kidding about you being nude at home, and I can see why she likes it so much.“
Her gaze was drawn to the head of my rising manhood that was now peeking out from behind the door.
“You don’t have to hide, Fiona has told me everything,” Sarah said, pulling the door out of my hands and closing it, leaving me fully exposed to her gaze.
I was speechless and stunned. My face felt hot. Sarah laughed a little as she reached forward and ran a finger down my bare chest while staring quite obviously at my stiffening cock. I finally snapped out of it and turned to walk towards the kitchen.
“Where is Fiona?” Sarah asked, following behind me as I walked back towards the kitchen. I was sure her eyes never left my bare ass.
“I’m back here,“ Fiona yelled from the bedroom, “come on back.”
With a final glance and smile at me, Sarah headed toward the bedroom.
I didn’t know what to do with myself. Being home alone or with Fiona was one thing, but now I was embarrassed and flustered.
Just act normal. What would I do if I were wearing clothes? I asked myself.
I decided to grab a beer and sit on the couch. Maybe there would be a game to distract me. I had just turned on the TV and taken the first swig when the girls came out of the bedroom.
“How about opening a bottle of wine for us, sweetie,“ Fiona asked. “I believe there is some of that good chardonnay in the back of the cabinet.”
At least I had something to do.
I switched off the TV and went over to the cabinet under the bar where we kept the wine. There was one bottle all the way in the back. I had to bend over and move several bottles aside before I could reach it. As I was finally pulling the bottle out, I heard a giggle, and when I stood up and turned around, Sarah was wide-eyed and smiling.
“What is that?“ she asked Fiona.
“That’s his butt plug. He wears one all the time now,“ Fiona said nonchalantly.
“What!“ Sarah exclaimed. “Really? Why?”
Fiona looked at me with a theatrical puzzled look and said, “Why do you wear it all the time, honey?”
I was momentarily flabbergasted as well as completely mortified. I babbled incoherently for a minute and then finally blurted out, “Because you asked me to?”
Sarah and Fiona both laughed, not in a bad way, but it still made me blush crimson while my cock rose to attention.
“I think he likes talking about his butt plug,“ Sarah said, pointing at my erection.
“Oh yes, he likes it very much, don’t you, my pet?” Fiona asked coyly, winking at me and smiling.
I couldn’t help but smile back. I was enjoying the attention, but Sarah had always been flirty and was almost as hot as Fiona. Her breasts were a bit smaller, but she was a tall, leggy blonde and very easy on the eyes.
The girls took seats on the stools on the other side of the bar and continued to chat while they both watched my cock bobbing around the kitchen. I searched through a drawer to find the corkscrew and opened the wine. Then I had to get some glasses down from an upper cabinet, giving them another view of my ass, before finally pouring three glasses of wine.
“Is he always so hard like that?“ Sarah asked.
“No, I think he is enjoying having company,“ Fiona said with another smile at me.
We soon moved to the living room. The girls sat on the sofa, and I took the armchair across from them, which gave me no way to hide anything from view. We all talked and laughed and had a good time for a while. Every time my erection would start to flag, one of them would notice and point it out or say something that would embarrass or arouse me, and I would instantly be hard again.
“I would love to get my boyfriend to do this for me, but I don’t think he would go for it,“ Sarah sighed.
“You never know until you try,“ Fiona said. “You just have to start with some little things and build up to it.“
Fiona explained how I had progressed from wearing nothing but an apron when I was doing chores around the house to my current state.
“I might be able to give you some ideas on how to convince him,“ Fiona offered.
“Thank you! Maybe we could come over sometime and let him see first hand,“ Sarah suggested.
“I think that would be a great idea!“ Fiona replied before I could object.
What had I gotten myself into? I couldn’t imagine anything more embarrassing than Sarah’s boyfriend, whom I had barely met, coming over and watching me literally bounce around the apartment naked.
A couple of weeks went by, and I had forgotten about the invitation when Fiona announced, “Don’t forget, Sarah and Mike are coming over later.“
I almost dropped the empty glass I was carrying. Fiona had been tough on me this week, teasing and denying me. She hadn’t even had one of the guys over in a while, so it had been a week or maybe two since my last orgasm, and every breeze would make my cock rise to attention.
“I want you to go clean yourself and remove every bit of hair, just like I like it,“ she said, patting me on the tush. Fiona liked me completely bare from nose to toes, so I used a hair removal cream every few days, but I was due.
I headed off to the bathroom, where I coated myself with the cream, making sure to get into every nook and cranny. After 15 minutes or so, I stepped into the shower and used a cloth to wash off all the cream with the loose hair. I also took the time to remove my plug and do a couple of anal douches with the bottle I kept in the shower. I liked being clean inside and out, especially now, with the plug.
After drying myself with a soft towel, I lubed the plug and pushed it back into my sphincter, then rubbed lotion onto my silky smooth skin. This helped protect against the chemical process, but I also loved how my skin felt right after the hair removal. I noticed this new lotion Fiona had bought for me had a very floral scent, but it worked really well, so I didn’t give it another thought. I finished drying and brushing my hair. Being kept nude certainly made getting ready a lot quicker.
Fiona had me turn for her to inspect when I came out of the bedroom. “Perfect!“ she said and pinched my ass.
I fidgeted around for what seemed like ages before the knock at the door startled me. Fiona got the door this time as I tried to look busy in the kitchen.
“Sarah!“ Fiona said, giving her friend a quick, friendly hug, then backed out of the way so they could step in, and she closed the door behind them.
“Brian, nice to see you again!“ Sarah said, smiling as she and Mike approached the bar. “I believe you have met my boyfriend, Mike.”
Mike looked amazed. Fiona said that Sarah had told him what to expect, but it was obviously still a shock. I was utterly humiliated. I continued to nervously wipe the already clean counter, but my traitorous penis practically bounced to attention. I glanced at Fiona, but she just seemed to be enjoying the situation with an amused expression. It felt like a lifetime, but it was only an awkward couple of seconds before I looked up and extended my hand, saying, “Yes, hello Mike.“
Mike looked like he might bolt, but after a little nudge from Sarah, he shook my hand and said, “Hey, uh, nice to see you again.“
“Why don’t you get us all some drinks, and we’ll go sit in the living room,“ Fiona suggested.
“Mike, what would you like?“ I asked as I turned and headed for the kitchen.
“Got any scotch?“ he asked.
“Sure do,“ I said, “single malt okay?”
I poured scotch for Mike and me and some wine for the girls, then joined them in the living room, bringing the bottles and glasses all together on a tray. As I joined Fiona on the sofa, I tried not to sit with my legs wide open, but I also didn’t want to look like a girl with my knees clenched together either. I was incredibly aware of my very bare skin that almost glowed from the recent shave and lotion. My erection stuck out prominently between my legs. Mike kept trying to look anywhere but at me, which just made it more obvious when he couldn’t help but look at me. We all chatted about nothing for a while and had a few more drinks.
The tension was just starting to come down when the girls steered the conversation back around to my state of undress. Sarah asked several questions, and after some hesitation (and another scotch), she finally got Mike to engage.
“How long have you been doing this?“ he asked, gesturing at my nude body while trying to sound like he was discussing the weather.
“Not long, maybe a month or so since Fiona asked me to stay nude full time when I am home,“ I said. “Before that, it was just something we liked to do sometimes.“
“And how long have you been wearing the butt plug?“ Sarah asked out of the blue.
“The what?“ Mike asked her.
I cringed and almost did one of those drink sprays you see in cartoons, but swallowed hard instead.
“Show him, honey,“ Fiona said, and she grinned. I was getting the feeling that she and Sarah had planned out the whole conversation.
I almost couldn’t move. Did Fiona really expect me to just put on a show? I looked at her, and she nodded and said, “Go on, just turn around and put your knees up here on the couch.“
Oh god! I was shaking slightly as I stood up and turned around so my ass was facing Mike and Sarah, where they sat on the love seat. Sarah seemed positively giddy while Mike still seemed confused. With my knees on the cushion, I bent forward and put my hands on the back of the couch.
“Spread your legs wider so they can see,“ Fiona commanded. I didn’t think I could be more embarrassed as I moved my knees wider and leaned farther forward, putting myself completely on display — cock, balls, and plugged ass, without even a follicle of hair to hide anything.
Mike quietly said, “Oh”.
I couldn’t bring myself to turn my head, but I thought I could feel both his and Sarah’s full attention on the gleaming steel handle of the plug, and everything else that was now fully exposed to their view.
“See, babe, he keeps it in all the time because Fiona asked him to,“ Sarah giggled at their inside joke from her last visit.
“All the time?“ Mike said. “What about when you…“ he trailed off.
I didn’t think it could get any worse, but now we were going to discuss my toilet habits, too. “I take it out to use the bathroom and take showers and stuff,“ I mumbled.
“And I remove it when I want to play with other toys,“ Fiona added. “Otherwise, it’s in there 24/7.”
“Other toys…“ Mike started to say. I couldn’t tell if he was interested or disgusted. “What does it feel like?“
I was mortified and almost couldn’t answer, but I thought, maybe if I did, this would all be over sooner.
“Well, it makes me feel sort of full, like I need to go to the bathroom, except not in a bad way, if you know what I mean,“ thought I was sure he did not know what I meant.
I said and started to turn back around, but Fiona stopped me.
“Stay like that a bit longer, let them get a good look,“ she said, placing a hand on my back as I leaned back over.
“Does it feel good?“ Sarah asked. “I mean, they say that the male g-spot is up in there, right?“
“And that tells you everything you need to know about men and anal,“ Fiona laughed.
“Yes, it mostly feels good,“ I said. “It’s solid steel, so it’s got a little weight to it, which means I never forget it’s in there. It’s a constant reminder of something that I do for Fiona.“ I smiled at her and she stroked my back lovingly. “It wiggles around when I walk and stuff, plus taking it out and putting it in stretches a little, which feels good too.“
“How big is it?“ Mike asked, sounding concerned about the stretching part but seeming more intrigued.
“Here, let me show you,“ Fiona said before I could respond.
Thank god I cleaned myself out earlier, I thought as I blushed and buried my face in the back of the sofa.
Standing up next to me, she grasped the handle of the plug and started to pull. I thought I would die of humiliation, so I was very tense and the plug didn’t want to budge.
“Just relax for me, baby,“ she said in a low voice next to my ear.
Oh god, I can’t believe she is doing this, I said to myself.
I was so mortified and tense that I don’t know how I did it, but I managed to let go enough for the plug release. It came out with a pop, and I couldn’t help but let out a low moan. I couldn’t bear to even glance in our guests’ direction, so I just stayed where I was, bent over with my now-empty hole on display.
“Wow, that’s pretty big,“ Mike said.
“Not really,“ Sarah said playfully. “It’s about as thick as you, and you keep trying to convince me to let you do it in my ass!“
“But look, he is still gaping open,“ Mike pointed out, to my eternal embarrassment. They could probably see halfway up my colon with me in this position.
“It’s just temporary,“ Fiona said.
They continued to discuss the plug, my ass, and even my lack of body hair while I remained on display at Fiona’s side. They (Sarah mostly) continued to ask questions, and Fiona answered bluntly without any concern for my humiliation. She even fondled my balls at one point! Finally, she announced that it was time to put the plug back in. Mike and Sarah got suddenly quiet as if they didn’t want to miss a second of the action. Fiona grabbed the small bottle of lube we kept on the end table and squeezed out a dab of the thick gel onto the fat bulb. After returning the bottle, she spread it around the plug’s head and thin shaft, then spread what remained on her fingers around my hole.
“See, his little hole has almost completely closed back up already,“ Fiona pointed out.
Would there ever be an end to this? was all I could think.
“Before you do that, can I see how tight he is?“ Sarah asked. “…If that’s okay,“ she added quickly, glancing between both Mike and Fiona for permission.
Mike just nodded, but Fiona cheerfully said, “Of course. He needs some lube in there anyway. That’s one of the most important things about anal play – use lots of lube. The anus is not as self-lubricating as some other areas.”
I thought I would die a hundred times as I listened to her squeeze out another little dab of lube, knowing what was coming next. I felt my girlfriend’s sexy blonde best friend move in close between my legs. Her finger touched what should have been my most private orifice, but it was now apparently open to the public. She circled around for a second before starting to push gently at first, then with more force. Slowly, I felt the first knuckle pass through the sphincter, then the second, then her other fingers were pressed against me, and she was as deep as she could go. I let my breath out in a low hiss as her finger flexed and twisted inside me. I could feel a drop of precum on the tip of my penis as she withdrew to the first knuckle and then descended once again, making me squirm a little.
“He is really very tight, even after the plug,” Sarah said, twisting her finger to the left, then back to the right, causing me to stifle a moan. “He really seems to like this. Come and look, babe?“ she told Mike.
To my surprise and extreme humiliation, he did! He stepped right up beside her and watched as she reamed me with her finger.
“And look at that!“ Sarah exclaimed.
I didn’t know what she had seen, since I still had my face buried in the back of the sofa, but I didn’t think it could be any more humiliating than what I was already going through. I was wrong.
“Okay, yes. He does that a lot, especially when I haven’t let him cum for a while,“ Fiona explained, and then I flinched as I felt her swipe across the tip of my cock. “Here, baby, you know you have to eat all of your cummies.”
I couldn’t believe she just said that! And the way she said it made me cringe. I expected to hear them laughing, but they must have been stunned into silence. I knew what Fiona wanted me to do, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it in front of Sara and Mike.
“Come on, you know the rules, and I know you don’t want me to get the paddle,“ Fiona prodded, placing a hand on my bare back for encouragement.
I wanted to run down the hall and lock myself in the bedroom, but I knew she wouldn’t let me get away with that. Finally, I scewed up my courage, forced my head up, and turned toward Fiona.
“That’s a good boy,“ she crooned as she put her finger in front of my lips.
Opening my mouth seemed like the hardest thing I had ever done, but I did it, and I leaned forward and licked my precum off of her finger.
As I savored the taste, despite my humiliation, Sara moved her fingers. They had been in my ass this whole time! I guess she had stopped while watching me eat the little drop of fluid.
I moaned and buried my face in the sofa again as she continued to probe my ass and even added a third finger. Finally, she withdrew her fingers slowly and giggled when I shuddered a little.
“Did that feel good?” Sarah asked, her voice a little husky.
“Mmm, yes,“ I said, my voice muffled by the cushions.
“Mike, do you want to try it?“ Fiona offered.
There was a longer pause than I expected before, much to my relief, he said, “Uh, no, I’m good.“
“Good boy, it’s almost over,” Fiona whispered in my ear as she got into position behind me.
A moment later, I felt the cold hardness of the plug touch my anus, and I tried to both relax and brace myself for what was next. Fiona pushed firmly as my puckered hole stretched around the fat bulb of the plug. I heard Sara say “Oh, my” as she watched Fiona work it in, stretching my hole, until the sphincter closed around the narrow shaft, drawing it in deeper until the handle settled into the cleft between my cheeks. Fiona used a tissue to wipe away the excess lube before patting my ass again. I turned around and sat back down on the sofa properly, but I still couldn’t bring myself to face them and just looked at the floor. I felt like I needed to catch my breath or maybe cry, but I wouldn’t let myself do that.
“Yes, he definitely enjoyed that “, Fiona said, pulling my knees apart and directing everyone’s attention to my throbbing hard cock.
My dick was so engorged that it ached, and I saw another dribble of precum oozing down from the tip. I knew what was expected of me, and despite my total embarrassment, I quickly collected the fresh droplet and licked it from my finger before I could lose my nerve or think about what I was doing. Sarah and Mike watched me. I don’t think they were even blinking. I needed something to change their focus.
“More drinks?“ I asked with a little squeak in my voice. Sarah and Mike snapped out of their trance as I opened the bottles and topped off everyone’s glasses. The head of my cock glistened from the little bit of cum that had leaked out. When I was done, I had to clean up one final droplet of precum that had leaked out as my cock deflated slightly.
Soon, the conversation turned to something other than me for a while. It was at least another hour before Mike and Sarah said they had to leave. I heard Sarah whisper a thank you to Fiona as they were leaving. I’m sure Mike was going to be in for some fun later.
“I am very proud of you, my pet,“ Fiona said after they were gone.
“I can’t believe I just did all that,“ I said, blushing again as I replayed it in my mind.
“You were amazing!“ she said and gave me a long, loving kiss while stroking my shaft.
“Do you think Sarah will get Mike to do anything like this?“ I asked. “Not sure if he is the type.“
“Oh, you might be surprised, Sarah told me that he is really interested in anal. He likes for her to put a finger in his ass when she gives him head, and he keeps begging for her to let him take her ass. He seemed pretty interested in your plug, too.“
“Well, I guess you never know,“ I said.
“One thing I know for sure is I am horny as hell,“ she said, grasping my cock and using it to lead me back to the sofa. “Why don’t you get down here and see how much I enjoyed your little performance this evening.”
I was more than happy to oblige, and I ate her dripping wet pussy until she had to push me away. I was feeling desperately horny as well, but I knew not to expect anything except frustration, unless…
Very sheepishly, looking down at the floor as I still knelt between her legs, I said, “Could we invite one of the guys to come over…”
Her face lit up. She smiled the biggest smile. “What did you say?”
My face was burning with shame, but I repeated, “Can you please invite one of the guys over? I really need to cum.”
Sitting up, she took my face in her hands and lifted it so I was looking her in the eyes, then asked, “You need to cum, or you need cum?”
Oh god, what had I said? Had I made a Freudian slip? I wasn’t sure which way I had said it, but I knew what she wanted to hear. Without lowering my gaze this time, I practically whispered, “Please, I need cum.“
“Oh, my beautiful pet! Since you put it that way, how could I possibly say no?‘ She leaned down and kissed me on the lips. “Go and put on your blindfold and wait in the playroom. I’ll make a call and join you shortly.”
I should have felt beaten or something, but all I could feel at that moment was excitement and anticipation as I entered the playroom, knelt in front of the chair, and slipped the soft leather blindfold over my eyes.