Fiona and Brian Chapter 6 — Dinner and a Show

Carson held the door and waited for Fiona and me to step out of his workshop and then closed and started to lock it, but hesitated.

“I forgot, I need to bring some tools into the house,” he said, stepping back inside, “Give me just a minute.”

As we listened to tools rattling inside the garage, Fiona took my hand in hers.

“Are you doing alright with all this?” she asked.

“I still can’t believe I’m standing in someone’s open backyard naked,” I said, scanning the area nervously, “and that inspection stuff was kinda wild, but I’m okay.”

“You did great!” she said, squeezing my hand. “I know it has been a lot all at once, but I think this is better than trying to ease you into it.”

I wasn’t sure that was true. I don’t think I had ever felt more humiliated in so many ways as I had that day. I thought Fiona was pleased with me, so far. And why did this seem like such a big deal compared to some of the other things she had been making me do? Maybe it was just that — she was always making me do things. Should I know what to do by now, or was the whole point that I do as I am told? I love what I have with her and all the things she has brought into my life, even the things I was reluctant to try. I was almost afraid to ask in case it proved that I wasn’t worthy somehow.

“What about you? Do you…like…me doing all of this?” I asked with some trepidation.

Fiona looked at me with those green eyes. They always seemed to pierce some sort of veil and give her insights into my mind. My question had been pretty vague, I thought about how to clarify but I wasn’t sure about my own intentions at that moment.

“Yes, of course!” she exclaimed, then, as if sensing all the complexity behind my simple query, she took both my hands in hers and said, “I love you and how willingly you accept all these crazy things I put you through. Not just today, but all of it. The best part is, you truly seem to enjoy it…at least I think you do. You make me so happy! ”

I didn’t know what to say, it bolstered me to hear her sincerity.

“I know this has been a lot, and it’s not over yet. You still have to meet Brandy. She is a little different from Carson, but I think you’ll like her,” Fiona said.

“And how are you feeling being back with your mentor?” I asked, nodding towards Carson who was still rummaging around in the garage.

“It’s great to see Carson again, but I guess I should have been more clear. Carson wasn’t my mentor, it was Brandy,” Fiona explained.

Fiona had mentioned Carson many times since we got together but I don’t remember her ever talking about Brandy other than as Carson’s wife. With a name like Brandy, and what I knew about Carson, I half expected her to be some kind of bimbo trophy wife.

“Oh,” I said, taken aback, “but you’ve never really talked about her much so I just thought…well, I guess I don’t know what I thought.”

“I learned a lot from both of them, and I was trained by both of them,” Fiona explained, “but Brandy is the one who took me under her wing, especially as I grew into a more dominant role.”

“Brandy is also very old school, and she is the head of this House,” Fiona continued. “That doesn’t mean Carson is her sub (well he was once, but that’s not important right now). It is more about tradition. It has been passed down and there is a larger formal organization which used to be a big deal before so much of this stuff became public knowledge and plastered all over the internet.”

“You mean like some kind of secret society?” I asked, a little surprised.

“Not exactly, but maybe a little. They are very private. But it is really just a way of training and maintaining a school of thought. Not everyone is cut out for all of this. You know what some of your training has been like and I haven’t been very strict with you,” she said. “And especially not everyone is cut out to be a Dom or Domme. The formality helps to weed out some of the crazies and people who would abuse their position.”

I was stunned. Fiona had never talked about any of this, especially nothing about being formally trained.

“We can talk more about it later, I just wanted to warn you that there are rules that will apply here. You aren’t my slave so there is a lot of leeway but you are obviously submissive to me so there will be some expectations,” she said, running two fingers down my side from the rib cage to mid-thigh. “Just be on your best behavior and it should be fine.”

Her touch gave me chills. Her face was beaming and I felt so much for her at that moment I could have done anything to please her.

I still had a million questions but Carson walked back out of the door at that moment, cutting our conversation short. He was holding a small tool bag with several handles sticking out of the top. He handed the bag to me, locked the door, and then, putting his arm around Fiona’s waist, headed towards the house, with me trailing behind, carrying the bag.

“Brandy is looking forward to seeing you again,” Carson said to Fiona.

“I hope she’s not upset I haven’t kept in touch more,” Fiona replied.

“No, no, of course not,” he reassured her.

We crossed the patio and Carson held the back door for us to enter, then followed behind us and closed the door. We were in a small mudroom. There was a bench with a collection of shoes and boots underneath and a step up to another open door.

“Put the tools on the bench, there,” Carson commanded, remembering I was carrying the bag.

I put the bag on the bench and then he led us through the open door into the kitchen. It was similar to our apartment’s open floorplan with the kitchen on this side, a large wooden dining table in the center, and living room furniture on the opposite side which would be the front of the house. There were plenty of windows providing natural light but they were all covered with thin lacy curtains. This gave me my first feeling of having a little privacy since we left home.

A woman was just entering the living room from upstairs. She was about the same age as Carson, mid-fifties if I had to guess. Slender waist with well-curved hips and bust, both of which were accentuated by the light blue dress she wore. The mid-thigh hemline also showed off her shapely legs encased in natural-colored nylons as she expertly navigated the last few steps in black closed-toe heels. Her hair was chestnut brown and shoulder length and styled gracefully around her pretty smiling face which was very tastefully made up and complimented by a pair of red-framed glasses. She had probably been a real bombshell when she was younger and had aged gracefully into this more mature beauty.

“Fiona! I’m so glad you came to see us,” she said as she crossed the room, opening her arms.

Fiona met her halfway and the two women enveloped each other in a warm embrace, surely a sign that there were no hard feelings for her prodigal apprentice.

“Thanks for having us,” Fiona said as they stepped back but continued to hold each other’s hands.

“You know you are always welcome,” the woman replied as she gave Fiona an appraising look. “I think you have gotten more beautiful since I last saw you”

“I don’t know about that, but you look amazing as always,” Fiona said, looking her up and down.

“Pshh, we both know I’m turning into an old lady, but flattery will get you anything you want,” she laughed and released one hand so she could wave away the flattery.

“I’m sorry I haven’t visited sooner,” Fiona sighed.

“We know you have your own thing now. You need a little distance to get your own house in order, so to speak, and I hear you have made a pretty good start,” Brandy said, clasping Fiona’s hand with both of hers in a very parental way and giving me the slightest glance.

They let go of each other’s hand and turned to face me on the other side of the dining table. After what Fiona had told me outside I didn’t know if I was supposed to kneel or bow or what so I just stood there nervously looking at Fiona.

“Brandy, this is my boyfriend, Brian,” Fiona said, gesturing in my direction.

Brandy tilted her head down so she could examine me over the top of her glasses. That look would have made me feel naked even if I had been wearing any clothes. My penis was straining against its prison and I realized I was shifting my weight uncomfortably and fidgeting with my hands in front of me, so I quickly lowered them to my sides.

“Nice to meet you,” I finally said, my voice a little mousey.

“Yes,” Brandy said, drawing out the word as if she was sure it was nice for me but hadn’t decided if it was nice for her yet.

“You have started his training, I see,” she said, turning back to Fiona.

“Yes, but he is my boyfriend, not my slave,” Fiona explained to her as she had to Carson earlier.

“Oh, I see,” Brandy said, sounding a little haughty, but then quickly smiled and said, “but aren’t they really the same thing, dear?”

All three of them laughed, and I joined them hesitantly. If I had been nervous to meet Carson, I was now doubly so with Brandy. I was caught completely off guard and had no idea what to expect from her.

“I did teach him a couple of commands outside just now and he did well,” Carson said.

“Excellent!” Brandy said, chuckling again, “so at least we know he is trainable.”

She looked over at me again. I was now fidgeting with my hands behind my back and watching Fiona for any sign of what I should do.

“Young man, please relax before you have an aneurysm, I can hear your heart pounding from over here – or maybe something else is throbbing?” she teased, her gaze focused on my enclosed penis, which was indeed throbbing.

They all laughed again.

“How about something to drink?” Carson asked. “We’ve got wine and beer and a bit of single malt if you prefer.”

“Brian likes a good whiskey, and you always get the good stuff,” Fiona replied to Carson before I had a chance to decide for myself. “I’ll have wine, please”

“Wine for me as well, dear,” Brandy said.

Carson went to one corner of the kitchen and pulled out glasses. Then he pulled the bottle of whiskey from a lower cabinet and fetched a bottle of pale wine from the fridge.

“How do you take it?” Carson asked me.

“Neat, please,” I responded.

“Aye, good lad. That’s the only correct answer for a good single malt,” he said, putting on a fairly decent Scottish accent.

He poured the wine and then the whiskey and handed me one of each and picked up one of each himself, then led the way across the room to where the girls were standing. We handed off the wine glasses and then Carson stuck his whiskey glass out in the middle of the group.

“Sláinte!” he said.

Everyone replied in kind and clinked our glasses together before taking a drink.

“Are you Scottish or Irish?” I asked.

“No, not really. There’s some Scottish blood way back in my family tree but I’m just a bit of a fan,” Carson replied.

“And he likes to show off his accent whenever he gets a chance,” Brandy said, smiling at him, “He even got one of those audiobooks to help him work it out.”

“Hey, now, don’t go giving away all of my secrets,” Carson laughed, “but it was tricky learning how to trill the R’s properly.”

As we stood there chatting and sipping our beverages, I felt so awkward being the only one naked. I kept squirming and noticed Brandy was keeping her eye on me.

“We can sit and be more comfortable, or is everyone ready for lunch?” Carson prompted after a while.

“I could eat,” Fiona said.

“Yes, I’m famished. I slept in this morning and skipped breakfast,” Brandy said. “Lucky for everyone I did have my coffee.”

Everyone chuckled as we moved to the dining table. Carson pulled out a chair on one side for Brandy. Fiona had gone to the other side as if she had an assigned seat there. I followed Carson’s example and pulled out her chair then started to sit next to her but she put her hand on my hip. Her fingers against my bare skin sent a zing through my body and reminded me I wasn’t wearing any clothes.

“You should help Carson with the food,” she said.

“Of course,” I said.

At home, I did almost all of the cooking and serving, as well as the rest of the housework. I probably should have offered to help on my own, if only to be polite, but especially because of my submissive position compared to everyone else.

The girls continued their chit chat but I could feel them watching me as I followed Carson to the kitchen. You’d think I might get used to it after being kept nude for some time now, but it always made me blush to know I was on display.

“What can I do,” I asked.

“Grab some plates and bowls from the cabinet there, and the silverware is in the drawer below it,” he said pointing to an upper cabinet near the sink, “and there is a baguette over there”

Carson pulled a large glass bowl filled with salad greens out of the fridge as well as a few other containers. While I pulled out the dishes and set the table, he sliced up some tomatoes and diced some cold chicken breasts, and added those to the bowl.

I had noticed serving tongs in the drawer when I was getting the other silverware, so I grabbed those as well when I went back for the bread.

“He serves well,” Brandy commented.

“Yes he does, in so many ways,” Fiona said, patting me on my bare ass as I leaned over to put the tongs and bread in the middle of the table.

As I returned to the kitchen, Brandy was asking her about my training and I flushed bright red as I listened to Fiona describing how she had used several of my own friends to turn me into “quite the voracious cock sucker”.

Carson was just adding a few whole olives and some freshly grated cheese to the mix.

“Take the wine to the table, and here is an extra bottle and a couple of glasses for you and me,” Carson said.

I took the two bottles and glasses to the table, filled the two new ones, and then topped off Brandy and Fiona before returning to the kitchen.

“This should be it,” Carson said, handing me a small bowl with a red wine vinaigrette and then picking up the salad himself.

We joined the girls and Carson placed the large bowl in the center of the table before taking the seat at the head of the table, putting him between the two women. I walked around and sat next to Fiona. The tongs were passed from person to person followed by the dressing and everyone took a couple of slices of bread. Soon we were all munching on the fresh greens and other vegetables.

“That is a nice dressing,” Fiona said, “homemade?”

“Yes, but it’s nothing special really,” Carson said, “just olive oil, red wine, and some spices and a little honey to sweeten it up a bit.”

“Since when did you start making such fancy stuff? I remember you operating the grill outside and not much else,” Fiona jibed.

“He’s become quite the master chef since we released our last houseboy,” Brandy said. “And most of the salad came from our own little garden out there.”

“It’s wonderful,” I said, attempting to join the conversation. “We have a small balcony, maybe we should try to grow some fresh tomatoes next year.”

“You’ll have to take care of them, I have the opposite of a green thumb,” Fiona said.

“They aren’t hard to grow, just make sure you get them planted early if you want to have tomatoes all summer,” Carson said. “And if they are in pots, you can just bring them inside if there is any danger of frost.”

I nodded at the advice, as Fiona steered the conversation back to an earlier comment.

“I didn’t want to pry,” Fiona hedged, “but you mentioned releasing your last houseboy and I am a little surprised that it’s just you two today. Usually, you would have at least one or two in service, what happened.”

“It’s just a bit of a dry spell, I think,” Brandy said. “David, the one we just released, had outgrown us, just like you did. Plus he got a very good job offer in Texas, of all places.”

“It’s harder to work with some of these kids coming into the scene now,” Carson said. “They’ve been coddled too much, they don’t understand what real service means.”

“And a lot of these young ‘Doms’ are turning off a lot of the new people,” he continued, making air quotes when he said ‘Doms’.

“Be careful, you’re starting to sound like an old man,” Brandy said, laughing.

“Yeah, well, sometimes I’m starting to feel like one too,” Carson grumbled.

“I seem to remember we had to spend a lot of effort beating the bad habits out of your golden child here,” Brandy said, gesturing at Fiona.

“Hey! I wasn’t that bad, was I?” Fiona said, pretending to be offended.

“Do you not remember having some serious welts on your pretty little ass? Maybe you need a refresher…” Brandy said, leaving the suggestion hanging out there, but her eyes sparkled at the thought.

“No, ma’am, I remember,” Fiona said, more subdued.

I wasn’t sure if Brandy was serious or if Fiona was just playing along, but they all seemed to be smiling.

“Speaking of which, I’m surprised your ass looks so pristine, Brian,” Brandy said. “Are you such a good boy that Fiona doesn’t even need to spank you?”

I glanced at Fiona who just gave me a look that said I should answer her.

“No, ma’am,” I said, using the formality because it seemed appropriate at the moment.

“Oh, really? Do tell,” she said, putting her fork down and focusing her attention on me.

Shit! What should I say? Should I tell her about the regular maintenance spankings or the ones to get me to suck cock, or the worst one…

“Tell her why you are wearing chastity,” Fiona prompted, “and what else you got for your little mishap.”

Of course. I had already told Carson when we were outside earlier. This was a major inflection point in our relationship and Fiona liked for me to tell the story as a reminder. So I recounted the details of how I had allowed myself to cum without permission and then tried to hide it from Fiona, the anal break-in I had received from all three of my friends, followed by the most severe spanking I had ever received, and finally being locked in chastity for the past month or so. Brandy seemed impressed with my treatment, especially the spanking.

“I’m not sure I would have used anal as a punishment if you are training him to enjoy it,” Brandy said when I had finished my story.

“I had already planned it, just not all three at once,” Fiona said (which I hadn’t known), “but I think it all worked out in the end, no pun intended.”

We all laughed anyway.

The conversation continued to flow as everyone enjoyed their lunch. I didn’t know about anyone else but between the whiskey and wine, I was feeling just the slightest buzz. Maybe it was that or I just relaxed too much, but I got a little careless and dribbled a bit of the salad dressing across my left nipple! It was cold, making my nipples rise instantly and causing me to gasp a little.

“Oops, sorry. At least I’m not wearing a white shirt,” I laughed as I reached for my napkin.

But Fiona put her hand on my hand to stop me and I realized everyone had stopped eating and was looking at me and smiling.

“It’s kind of a house rule that if you spill something on bare skin, it has to be licked off,” Fiona explained.

I looked at her, then down at the pink-tinted splash on my chest, then back at her.

“Put your arms behind your chair and clasp your hands,” she ordered.

I blushed and my heart was beating fast. I felt like we were about to put on a full-blown sex show for her friends, but I did as she directed and put my hands together behind the chair. This, of course, had the effect of pushing my chest forward putting my aroused nipples on display as the blush deepened. There wasn’t a single hair on my chest because Fiona preferred me to keep everything completely bare from my face down, so the spill glistened against my smooth bare flesh.

Fiona slowly leaned into my chest and stuck out her tongue. She licked from just below the spill and across my nipple until she reached clean flesh again, the tendrils of hair around her face tickled against my stomach and chest and my cock ached in its confinement. Then she puckered her lips, sucked my nipple into her mouth, and nibbled on the little nub before finally releasing it with an audible kissing sound that didn’t quite hide the low moan from me.

“It almost tastes better that way,” she said, licking her lips, and smiling at me.

“Maybe next time we should serve the food off of his body, nyotaimori-style,” Brandy said suggestively.

“Actually, it is called nantaimori when it is served on a male body,” Carson corrected her.

“Really? How do you know that?” Fiona asked, surprised.

“I do read, you know,” Carson said, joking.

“And apparently you have been reading about eating food off of naked boys,” Brandy said, raising an eyebrow.

We all continued to eat and I was careful not to drop anything else on myself. The conversation was mostly what you would expect from old friends although it contained a lot more R or X-rated elements which had the effect of keeping me aroused the whole time.

“Thank you again for the food, It really was lovely,” Fiona said after everyone had finished.

“Why don’t we all go settle in the living room where it’s more comfortable,” Brandy suggested.

“Brian, why don’t you clear the table and then join us,” Fiona said.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, not sure why I used the formality again, but it didn’t feel out of place.

“I’ll bring this other bottle of wine,” Carson said as the three of them moved to the more comfortable sofa and loveseat.

I gathered the dishes and silverware and placed them all in the sink. I didn’t see a dishwasher anywhere under the cabinets and didn’t want to look like I was snooping, especially since Carson and Brandy could see me from where they were sitting. Reminding me, once again, that I was working completely naked causing me to blush again as I went back and gathered up the napkins and swept up a few crumbs and bits of salad off the table before taking them to the kitchen as well.

I picked up my half-empty wine glass from the table and I went by and joined the others, settling in next to Fiona on the loveseat. Carson was in the middle of telling a story about one of the subs they had to dismiss because she had gone a little off the deep end.

“So, when she kept telling me and Brandy how we should handle things based on all of her experience reading stories on the internet, that should have been our first clue,” Carson said, laughing.

“Yes, and then she presented us with her Submissive Manifesto, remember,” Brandy added, making us all laugh even more.

“I can only imagine what kind of punishment she got,” I said, getting into the moment and starting to loosen up both from the conversation and the alcohol.

My question got me a look from Brandy as if she would like to give me a demonstration.

“We tried everything,” Carson said, oblivious. “Remember how defiant you were in the beginning, Fi? She was ten times worse. Even putting her outside in the pillory didn’t help. I seem to remember that was the one you hated the most.”

Fiona blushed at the comment and took a sip of wine.

“Yes, I remember very well,” she said smiling but not in a fond way.

“I think those were my favorite sessions with you – naked, bent at the waist, legs spread wide so the whip could reach every part of you,” he said dreamily, his eyes closed, reliving the fond memory.

“You were gorgeous (still are, of course),” he continued, “but the worst for you, I think, was the other slaves being allowed to use you after we were done with the punishment.”

It was difficult to imagine Fiona in that scene, but I tried my best.

“Yes, it was truly mortifying. Thanks for reminding me, I had almost blocked it out,” Finoa said, chuckling.

“We had to put you out there so often for a while I was starting to think you were enjoying it,” Brandy said, to more laughter. “Especially with Daniel, remember Daniel?”

“Oh god, yes, how could I forget Daniel,” Fiona blushed and put her hands over her face.

“His cock was so thick you could barely get your mouth past the head,” Brandy said. “But he did manage to get it into your cunt, and your ass at least once, I believe.”

“Mmm, yes, more than once,” Fiona said with a little shudder, “I’m getting sore just thinking about it again.”

“You were one of the best cock suckers we ever trained,” Brandy said.

“Thanks…I think,” Fiona said, still blushing but finally uncovering her face.

I was starting to think she liked pushing Fiona’s buttons, or maybe this was just her style.

“Speaking of cock suckers, we should have some fun,” Brandy said, giving me another sideways glance, “maybe Brian could put his training to use right now. It has been a while since we’ve had, what did you call him…a voracious cock sucker?”

I gasped a little and my heart rose in my throat. I looked at Fiona and she looked back at me with an expression that seemed to say she was as surprised as me.

“You wouldn’t mind, would you dear?” Brandy said, turning to her husband with a wicked smile on her face.

“When have I ever turned down a free blowjob,” he said, but then noticed the look on Fiona’s face. “as long as you don’t mind, Fi.”

My mind was racing. I never expected this. Were they serious? I had been sucking my friends regularly, even craving it and begging for it sometimes, but it was always done to me while I was bound and blindfolded. I had never just taken the initiative to actively (dare I say willingly) take another guy’s cock into my mouth and make him cum! I didn’t even know Carson well, having only met him today. I’m not sure why how long I had known him felt so important. Maybe it was like being a slut who puts out on the first date or something. And, on top of everything else, no one had even asked me what I thought!

There was an awkward pause as Fiona looked at me like she was trying to find the right words. I hoped those words would be letting them know this wasn’t going to happen. Maybe this was just some kind of inside joke they played on newbies and they would all three break the tension and start laughing. Any second now…

“I always liked the way you think,” Fiona said at last, looking at Brandy, then back to me.

I was stunned and frozen with fear. Was I allowed to say no? Was this another house rule I didn’t know about? Would they put me in the pillory outside if I tried? I don’t remember seeing a pillory out there. Did I miss it? Maybe it was something they could pick up and store in the garage, there were several things under tarps in there. Maybe there was a hole somewhere for the post, that would make it easier to carry in and out because it wouldn’t need a big base….

I felt Fiona’s hand on my thigh and I realized my mind was trying to be anywhere else right now. With some effort, I brought myself back to the events at hand. I think they had continued to discuss the idea but I had completely missed it, but Fiona was speaking to me now.

“Brian, be a good boy and crawl over there and show us what a good little cock sucker you have become,” she said.

I was frozen. My brain couldn’t…no…didn’t want to process what she had just said. She squeezed my thigh and looked me in the eyes, holding my attention.

“You can do this,” she said.

I couldn’t say no to her, I never could. And I wouldn’t embarrass her in front of her friends, these friends especially. I was shaking slightly as I drained a last gulp of wine from my glass and set it on the table beside me. Summoning up every ounce of courage I could find, I slid down off of the loveseat onto my knees.

Carson was only a few feet away sitting on the sofa next to his wife, but it seemed like a million miles. Fiona gave me a strong slap on the ass as I forced myself to put one hand and knee forward and then the other. Making my ass wiggle and giving Fiona a good show of my plugged backside. The weight of the cage pulled at my balls, rubbing them between my legs as I moved.

“Go ahead and take those shorts off,” Brandy suggested.

Carson stood up, unzipped his khaki shorts, pushed them down to his thighs, and let them drop to his feet. He kicked them off to the side and sat down on the edge of the cushion just as I reached his knees. He leaned back and spread his legs wide, allowing me to move forward one more time to bring my face directly in front of his cock and balls.

The first thing I noticed was his musky smell. It was a clean masculine scent. Very much like the friends I was so familiar with but, of course, each person had their unique nuances. His legs and pubic hair were closely trimmed and his cock and balls were completely smooth. His balls were loose but not sagging and his circumcised cock was still soft but starting to firm up as I watched.

This was my first time doing this without a blindfold and it felt odd to have such a close view of another man this way. It brought home all the feelings about what I was about to do. I wasn’t attracted to men the way I was to women, but I couldn’t deny I liked the feeling of a cock growing and getting hard in my mouth, the way the spongy head felt against the back of my throat, feeling the contractions as the cum pumped into my mouth. I didn’t know what that made me on the whole spectrum of sexual alignments, and at the moment it didn’t matter. I just had to do this.

Brandy had a ring-side seat right next to her husband, and was watching intently. It made me feel very humiliated to be putting on a show for her as this completely hairless, naked, plugged, caged, submissive, kneeling between his legs. She was going to sit there and watch me take her husband’s cock into my mouth and do my best to pleasure him until he blew his load into my mouth, and I knew, without being told, I would swallow every drop. Would he taste as good as my buddies? I guess I was going to find out soon enough.

Everyone was waiting for me to start but I honestly wasn’t sure how. I mean, I wasn’t an idiot, but my friends had always fed me their cocks while I was tied up so there wasn’t much for me to do except suck and lick. Should I use my hands or just my mouth? I was starting to freeze up again and felt light-headed. It was now or never. I took a deep breath and sat back with my ass on my heels, reached out with my hand, and wrapped it around his hardening member.

The first thing I noticed was how it felt surprisingly different from holding my own cock. I started stroking it a little, getting a feel for it, feeling it start to swell. The texture of the skin, the warmth, the thickness, and the shape of the head were all just a little different. His balls shifted in their sack, drawing my attention and I let my hand roam down and fondle them gently. His shaft twitched from the sensation and started to rise on its own. I moved my hand back to the shaft and pushed down, tightening the skin at the head as I looked it straight in the eye. There was a tiny bit of moisture leaking from the slit and I couldn’t help but wonder how it would taste.

Only one way to find out, I thought to myself as I leaned forward and guided the head to my lips. I just kissed the tip and let my tongue flick into his little slit as I slid my hand up the shaft to milk out as much as I could. The small taste of precum was just what I had come to expect. Salty and sweet at the same time. Thinner than the semen I would be rewarded with at the end.

“Mmmm,” Carson said, low, almost a growl.

His reaction reminded me I had an audience. I had almost gone into a sort of tunnel vision where it was only me and this cock. Now I was back in the moment and the embarrassment of having another man’s cock in my hand and kissing it on the head like I loved doing this made my stomach twist and my ears hum. My cock was pushing against the cage so hard it was forcing the base ring tight against my balls.

Is this who I am now? I thought as I pulled away slightly and stroked his cock, which was now fully erect in my fist. As I stared at its full 6 or 7 inches, something clicked in my brain.

I had never really decided to do this with my friends. I never said no either. I could have said no in the beginning and Fiona would not have forced me, but I went along with it. Well, maybe I was a little distracted by everything else, but I hadn’t said no. And then I just kept going along with it. Now, for the first time, I realized I had to make a choice. Is this what I wanted to be? Did I want to be a cock sucker? Was I gay? No, I am not attracted to guys, but I liked cock. I really liked it. Once I got past my ingrained biases, what it came down to was I liked cock, and cum. It was fun to feel them, taste them, and hear the other guy’s reactions. It gave me pleasure to know I was giving them pleasure. The taboo nature made it feel so dirty which added to the turn-on. So, yes, this was who I was now.

Brandy shifted in her seat, pulling me out of my head once again. The show must go on.

They want a show, I will give them a good show, I decided. My natural tendency to want to please and exceed expectations was kicking in.

I slid my fist down to the base of his cock again and tightened my grip. I knew from having this done to me it would capture the blood and make his cock even harder and more sensitive. I leaned forward again, and licked from the engorging head down the side of the shaft to my fist and then back up again. I repeated the technique on the other side.

Carson grunted and his pelvis thrust forward slightly.

I bent farther down and tilted my head back so I could tickle the glans on the underside of the head with my tongue. I kissed and nibbled the sensitive spot until I felt him squirming before I finally engulfed his swollen head. I locked my lips around the base of the head and started sucking and swirling my tongue the way I knew always drove my buddies mad.

“Oh, god, that’s good,” Carson moaned.

I continued for a few more seconds, enjoying his reactions, then I started pushing forward slowly, taking his shaft into my mouth, being careful not to scrape him with my teeth. He was almost touching the back of my throat when I reached my fist, which I still held in a tight grip. I paused there for a moment and just sucked.

“Ngggh,” was all he could utter as he continued to squirm.

I pulled back, as slowly as I had taken it in, dragging every inch across my tongue. When I had only the head in my mouth, I repeated my earlier procedure of sucking and swirling, counting to ten in my head to make sure I wasn’t rushing (something Fiona had taught me when I was eating her pussy). Then, once again, I slowly pushed forward again only this time, when I reached my hand, I released it and continued to push forward, taking his whole rod down my throat until my nose touched the soft pubic hairs at the base of his cock.

“Oh, nice,” Brandy said.

I would have smiled if I wasn’t almost gagging on Carson’s thick head. I liked knowing that I had impressed her at least a little. I held his cock in my throat bobbing slightly and even managed to swallow, adding to the sensation. When I felt like I couldn’t take it any longer, I started to pull back, but I was stopped by a hand on the back of my head!

I hadn’t felt Carson move that way so it must have been Brandy. She pushed me back down, smashing my face into his pubic mound, then allowed me to pull back slightly before smashing me down again. The motion was just enough to keep him in my throat the whole time, turning it into a cock sleeve. After so much practice with my friends, I didn’t have much of a gag reflex anymore, but I wasn’t able to catch a breath so I was starting to see spots and rapidly approaching the point where I was going to black out.

“Mmm, mmm!” I said, slapping my hand on his thigh like I was tapping out of a wrestling match.

Luckily, she got the signal and took her hand away. I pulled off his shaft quickly, breathing hard and coughing with a long string of drool draping between my mouth and the head of his cock before it broke and spilled down my chin onto my chest.

“Good boy,” Brandy praised me as I panted, then to Fiona, “I just wanted to see what he could do. You trained him well.”

I took Carson’s cock in my hand again as I caught my breath. It was slippery from my saliva and made wet sounds as I worked my fist up and down. I glanced up at Brandy and was pleased to see her genuinely smiling at me for the first time. I was happy that I had pleased her and hoped Fiona was proud of me.

I didn’t want to lose momentum so I only took a moment before I leaned forward again and sucked Carson’s prick back in my mouth. I kept my fist at the bottom of the shaft this time and started pumping my head up and down in steady intervals, filling the room with the sounds of my slurping and using my tongue to tease the head as much as possible.

Carson was settling into the rhythm, breathing heavily and taking as much pleasure as he could from my ministrations. My cock and balls were aching from the confinement and movement of the steel cage. I reached between my legs with my other hand and tried to relieve some of the pressure, the most I could do was keep it from swaying as I continued to bob up and down on his hard member.

This was another new sensation for me, having to do most of the work instead of just lying there while a friend drilled his dick into my mouth. I was starting to get a little tired but, just as I was starting to wonder what else I could do to bring him home, he shifted his pelvis forward and I could feel the head expand slightly and I knew he was right on the edge.

I slowed my pace, and tightened my grip on the base of his cock, trying to drag this moment out as long as possible. I tried to be more gentle with my tongue and I released my own balls and grabbed his. They were tight up against the base of his penis, ready to dump their load. I coaxed them with my fingers making him moan again.

He held back as long as he could but, finally, with a loud “Oh, fuck”, he pushed his hips forward, shoving his cock deeper into my mouth as he sprayed the back of my throat with his first shot of cum. I pulled back slightly and released his balls as he continued to pump his seed into my mouth. He had so much I had to swallow part way through, keeping a seal around the neck of his cock so I wouldn’t miss a drop. I almost had to swallow again before he finally stopped pulsing.

As he collapsed back into the cushion, I sucked gently trying to get as much of the delicious cream as I could. I swallowed the second time and pumped his shaft with my hand and licked the last drops as they oozed out, making him jerk as my tongue came in contact with his hypersensitive glans.

Releasing his cock, I licked my lips and then wiped my chin with the palm of my hand. Brandy handed me a couple of tissues from the box on the table beside her and I wiped my face and chest as best as I could.

“Quite impressive, young man,” she said as I cleaned myself off, still kneeling between her husband’s legs.

As his penis deflated, it released another drop of glistening semen and I reached out with one finger and wiped it off, immediately putting it into my mouth and licking it clean without even thinking about what I was doing. I had to do this to myself many times throughout the day when I was exceptionally horny and leaking.

Carson was starting to shift back in his seat which was my cue to return to Fiona. I wasn’t sure if I should stand, or even if I could at that point, I was so drained and my head was humming. So I just backed up past his knees and turned around and crawled back to Fiona, this time giving Brandy and Carson the view of my plugged ass and caged balls.

When I reached her, instead of getting back up on the couch, I just turned sideways and relaxed into her legs almost like a cat. After what I had just done, I didn’t feel like I should be sitting next to her like an equal. Since I hadn’t had an orgasm myself, this wasn’t the usual libido drop that I would have experienced. It was more of my brain trying to accept what I had just done and the fog of the hormones coursing through my blood. Fiona just reached down and ran her fingers through my hair, which helped me relax more than she could know.

“Good boy,” she said to me, as I closed my eyes. I would have purred if I could.

“I’m very impressed,” Brandy said. “You have trained him well so far.”

“Thank you, that means a lot coming from you,” Fiona replied.

“Are you going to teach him the formalities?” Brandy asked. “I know you were never fond of them, but I would like to see you carry on the traditions as much as possible.”

“I know, I haven’t decided yet,” Fiona said. “I know it worked out well for you two, but he came to you of his own accord, if I remember correctly, just like I did. I brought Brian into this lifestyle. Not that he hasn’t been willing, but a lot of it has been somewhat unexpected for him, I think.”

“You know I am okay with all of it,” I said, looking up at her and stroking her leg. “Even with the punishments, I know I deserved them. I like who I am becoming for you.”

I thought back to my earlier epiphany. This was who I was now and who I wanted to be for her. (with her?) This was the second time Fiona had referred to Carson being Brandy’s sub at some point. Would this be me and Fiona someday? They both seemed very happy and comfortable with each other. After all this submissive training there were times I thought I was on my way to becoming a sissy or something, could I learn to be dominant enough to stand by her side?

“Are you staying active in the community?” Brandy asked.

“I’m still on the forums and stuff,” Fiona said. “I haven’t been to any of the parties or other events in a while.”

“You should go and take him. Let him see what it’s all about so he can make an informed decision for himself,” Brandy urged. “I’m sure Lucas and Tiffany and the others would love to see you again.

“That’s not a bad idea,” Fiona said. “Let him know what he is getting into if we go down this path.”

I was trying to follow the conversation but I was still in my submissive fog. The taste of the cum lingered in my mouth and I kept replaying what I had just done in my mind.

“Are you starting to build your own House?” Brandy asked, “What about his friends you have been using to train him?”

“Sort of, yes, I guess,” Fiona said. “Those three plus a few other potentials.”

“Great! Sounds like a good start, but you really should be following the protocols if you are going to do this,” Brandy said.

“I know, I know. I guess this is the first time I have thought about it seriously since you released me,” Fiona said.

“Well, you needed some time and space,” Brandy consoled, “but maybe it’s time to decide what you want to do.”

“That’s fair,” Fiona said, “you have given me a lot to think about.”

“I think we could all use a little more wine,” Carson announced, breaking the pensive mood.

He got up, not bothering to put his shorts back on, and walked to the kitchen. His dick, fully visible below the hem of his shirt, was flaccid now and swayed back and forth between his legs as he walked. The rest of us listened as a bottle rattled and a cork popped. He returned and filled each of our glasses. Fiona handed mine down to me.

“To traditions and new beginnings,” Carson said, lifting his glass.

“Well said,” Brandy said in reply and everyone drank his toast.

The conversation lightened up as we sipped our wine. More stories about past experiences. I wanted to ask for more about Fiona or to hear about Carson as a sub to Brandy but I didn’t think it was my place.

My erection had finally receded and though it felt awkward, I had to reach between my legs and pull everything back through the ring and get it settled into its proper place. Brandy and Carson couldn’t help but notice and I blushed again, trying to hurry and get it done. I felt like a dog that was just casually licking his balls in front of company.

“I can see now why you need this strap so badly,” Carson said, watching me tug at my scrotum.

“Yes, it does move around a lot, like you were saying,” Fiona said.

“With the strap, an erection like you had might be more painful, just so you know,” he explained. “The strap isn’t going to let the cage move forward so, it won’t pull on your nuts as much, but there won’t be anywhere for your extra length to go either.”

“It will just take some time for it to learn to live within its confines,” Brandy said.

“Does that mean my cock will shrink, or not get full erections anymore?” I asked, concerned.

“Temporarily, yes.”, Brandy said bluntly. “If you are allowed out of the cage in the future, they will return to normal after a while. Some men even find their erections are stronger after being kept in chastity for some time.”

If? I cringed a little.

“Don’t worry,” Fiona said, petting my head, “Once I feel like I can trust you again, I’ll let you out of the cage….occasionally,” She laughed, and I laughed with her, hoping she was joking.

“You laugh, but I still put Carson in chastity sometimes when he’s been a bad boy,” Brandy said, smiling and reaching into her husband’s lap and grabbing his cock.

Carson flinched but didn’t stop her as she massaged his member.

“He even still gets a spanking every week. That’s our time to discuss any issues that might have come up,” Brandy continued. “It’s the best way to work things out, don’t you agree, dear?”

“Oh, yes ma’am,” Carson said, only a little sarcastically. Everyone laughed.

“Brian and I do that too. You guys taught me that and I agree it works very well, right honey,” Fiona said, ruffling my hair.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, a little more sincerely than Carson had been, but everyone still laughed.

“I would love to have a crack at that cute little ass, someday,” Brandy said, nodding in my direction.

I tensed up at the suggestion. So far, Fiona had pretty much let them have their way with me.

“Maybe next time,” Fiona said. “I think he’s done enough for today.”

I relaxed, happy to hear her say those words.

“Were you satisfied with his skills?” Fiona asked, looking at Carson.

“Oh, yes! He is one of the best I have had in a while. Great technique. You have done well with him,” Carson said, then smiled and added, “I’d be happy to let him do that anytime.”

I had a vision of Carson becoming a regular client of my services and blushed. I might have come to terms with what I was but it was still quite embarrassing to be thought of as some kind of slut to be shared.

“I’m glad. You seemed to have needed it. Perhaps some pent-up frustration since you released David?” Fiona suggested.

“Yes, it has been a couple of weeks and, as you know, Brandy doesn’t like for me or anyone else to masturbate,” he said, “unless it’s for her entertainment, of course.”

“Of course, as it should be,” Brandy said, coolly.

“Well, hopefully, you will get some new trainees soon so Carson can have more regular blowjobs,” Fiona teased.

“We have a couple that we are considering,” Brandy said, “An actual couple, I mean. Husband and wife that want to submit together.”

“That could be interesting,” Fiona said.

“Yes, I’ve always wanted to try a situation like that,” Brandy said. “We are still working out the arrangements. Maybe we can have you over again once they have been initiated.”

“That would be wonderful. I’d love to see how that dynamic works out,” Fiona said.

The three of them continued to talk for another hour or so. I mostly listened as my head cleared and only spoke up when I was directly addressed. Finally, Fiona decided it was time to head home.

“We should get back. I don’t want to drive back in the dark or no one will be able to see him in the car,” Fiona chuckled, but I knew she wasn’t kidding.

“Well, it has been great to see you again. Please don’t be such a stranger,” Carson said as we all stood up.

He was still naked from the waist down though his cock was pointing forward now with the head peeking out from under his shirt since Brandy had been playing with it this whole time. It wasn’t his full erection, but it bobbed in front of him drawing my eye.

“Maybe we can have you over to our place sometime soon,” Fiona offered.

“That would be lovely,” Brandy said, “we would love to take you up on it.”

Carson walked us out to the car. Fiona unlocked the doors as we approached and I circled around to the passenger side while he gave her a big hug.

“Hey, watch where you are poking that thing,” Fiona laughed.

“You never used to mind where I poked that thing,” he said suggestively and they laughed even more.

The drive home went pretty much the same as the drive there. I got a couple of honks and Fiona convinced me to moon one convertible with three girls inside.

I got incredibly nervous once we parked. I was going to have to take the elevator again and risk being caught naked, but we managed to make it to our floor without stopping to pick up any other passengers. Just when I thought I was going to make it home without incident, I heard a whistle as I was waiting for Fiona to open the door to our loft. I jumped, startled, and, not thinking, I turned to see who it was, giving Mrs. Ramey a full frontal view.

“Hello, Mrs. Ramey,” Fiona called.

“Hello! Nice day to be out in your birthday suit, young man,” Mrs. Ramey said, laughing.

I started to put my hands over my crotch, but Fiona just tapped me on the shoulder and I knew what she meant, and lowered my hands down to my sides.

“Yes, it was,” Fiona said, “We went for a drive and visited some old friends.”

“Like this? Without a stitch of clothes on him?” Mrs. Ramey said, amazed. “I’ll bet your friends enjoyed your visit.”

“Yep, he’s been like this the whole time and, yes, one of my friends enjoyed it very much,” Fiona replied, chuckling coyly.

“Henry, come here. You’ve got to see this,” Mrs. Ramey called out to her husband.

Fiona pushed me forward and the two of us walked down the hall until we were standing right in front of Mrs. Ramey. Mr. Ramey had appeared at the doorway behind her.

“What’s going on?” Mr. Ramey asked, sounding annoyed.

“Look for yourself,” she replied, pulling him out into the hall. “They’ve been out driving around with Brian naked as a jaybird.”

“You kids get up to all kinds of trouble these days,” Mr. Ramey said, looking me up and down, “And what’s that on your pecker, son?”

“Go on, tell them,” Fiona prompted.

I groaned inwardly.

“It’s a chastity cage, sir,” I said.

“Is it some kind of sex toy?”, he asked, lowering his voice when he said the last two words.

I was in shock just having this conversation but Fiona quietly cleared her throat behind me.

“Not exactly, sir,” I said.

When I paused, Fiona prodded me in the back.

”It keeps me from touching myself,” I continued, completely mortified by having to explain this to my elderly neighbors. “I broke the rules and had an orgasm without permission and this is my punishment.”

They knew I was naked at home all the time, they had seen me through the windows many times and Mrs. Ramey had even complimented Fiona on keeping me in line like this. But having to talk about being punished for masturbating felt way over the top. They were going to think I was some kind of pervert.

Mr. Ramey just scoffed as if to say he wished he hadn’t asked.

“Well, good for you, sweety,” Mrs. Ramey said to Fiona. “You keep that boy in line and he will make you a good husband someday.”

“Thank you, I will certainly do my best,” Fiona said, smiling. “I think he’s got potential.”

“I wish we had something like that back in my day,” Mrs. Ramey continued. “This one couldn’t keep his hands off of himself. I had to drain his balls three times a day to keep him from wandering.”

I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Mrs. Ramey draining her husband’s balls. I wanted to ask if she sucked or jacked him off but I didn’t dare.

“They don’t need to hear about my balls, dear,” Mr. Ramey grumbled. “Let’s get back inside and leave them alone.”

“Okay, it was very nice to see you,” Mrs. Ramey said, looking at my caged manhood very pointedly.

“You too,” Fiona said, “maybe we should have you over for dinner sometime.”

“That would be lovely,” Mrs. Ramey said, taking a last look as her husband pulled her through the door.

Fiona and I returned to our door and she unlocked it and let us in.

“They are such a sweet old couple,” Fiona said.

“Yes,” I said, smiling, “I wonder if she’ll be draining his balls again tonight,”

We both laughed.