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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
WANTON WINTER
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Chapter Six
We were at the beach, my aunt and I, sunning ourselves, when we
saw him. We had spent Christmas recovering; there is no other way to put
it. We unwrapped our presents to each other by ourselves, sharing
Christmas with no one else. After Stephen we had, for a while, I think, a
fear of men. So we stayed alone in our house and became quite randy. I
shall never forget when I reached into the stocking my aunt had prepared
for me, sitting gingerly on the couch, still hurting from my whipping, and
drew forth an object as big as the finest Chiquita banana. It was a giant
dildo. My aunt saw my eyes pop wide and laughed. She told me that if I
unwrapped the cellophane wrapper she would use it on me. I did, and she
did, pushing it into me ever so slowly, taking all Christmas day to do it.
So when we were lying upon the beach, taking a winter break along
the boot heel of Italy, and saw the young man coming toward us, my aunt
looked at me and said, �We must get some men into our life, or we shall
become hopeless lesbians.�
�Alright, auntie,� I said. �But I don�t want to be whipped again.�
�No. Don�t worry,� my aunt said.
He approached us. He was handsome and strong, perhaps 18, perhaps
only 17. I never did learn his age, exactly. It really didn�t matter. Neither
of us intended to keep him. He wasn�t dreamboat handsome, but he was
sturdy and well-built, with a useful bulge in his swimsuit.
�Hello!� my aunt called, when he drew close. He might have passed
us by. He seemed rather shy. But when my aunt called to him he got up his
nerve and walked over to us.
�Hi,� he said.
�What�s your name?� my aunt asked.
�Rod,� he answered. He had a well-sculpted chest and I sat on my
beach towel admiring it. He looked like a swimmer.
�Do you live around here?� my aunt asked.
�Not really,� the boy said.
My aunt laughed. �What do you mean, not really? You either live
here, or you don�t.�
�I�m--� the boy hesitated. Perhaps I should call him �the man�, for
he did have a manly appearance, but he seemed uncertain of himself, and
that�s the impression that stayed with me, even after I knew him better.
�I�m from Albania,� the boy said. He gestured toward the water. �I�m not
really supposed to be here.�
My aunt looked at me. I saw a great deal of confidence in her eyes,
and a sparkle of mischief. She had chosen him on sight alone, hoping he
might be suitable for us, and he was proving eminently suitable.
�You mean you�re an illegal immigrant?� my aunt asked.
�Yes,� the boy said. He figeted, digging with his toes in the sand.
We sat on our towels looking at him and I saw the bulge in his swim
trunks grow bigger.
�Where are you staying?� my aunt asked.
�Can�t say,� the boy said.
�Do you have... belongings?� my aunt asked him.
�Sure,� the boy said.
�Luggage?� my aunt asked.
�No, of course not,� the boy answered. �Just a shirt, some pants.
Right now I�m going to check the net I laid out, in the water over there, to
see if I�ve caught any fish. I�m hungry.�
�You can forget about the net,� my aunt said.
�Huh?� the boy asked.
�Would you like to fuck us?� my aunt asked.
�Auntie!� I cried. I drew my knees up to my chin. I wrapped my arms
around my legs. I didn�t like being offered so easily. I wasn�t that
desperate for a guy!
�Sure, I guess,� the boy said. He dug deeper into the sand with his
toes.
�What do you mean, you guess?� my aunt asked. Her voice was bold,
strong. She shook back her long mane of hair and looked at the boy
intently. Specifically, she looked at his groin, and let him know, with the
intensity of her gaze, that she was looking at him there.
�I--� the boy began.
�It seems to me that you�re ready to fuck anything that moves.
Maybe even a fish,� my aunt said. I burst out into giggles, and covered my
mouth.
�Not-- Not really,� the boy said. �I can�t control, you know.�
�I know. Your big thing. How big is it, anyway? Has anyone ever
measured it?� my aunt asked.
�Nope,� the boy said.
�I am going to make you an offer, and you are going to take me up on
it,� my aunt told him.
�Really,� the boy said. �I probably should go--� But his eyes
lingered upon my aunt�s body, on her breasts and her belly and the
tightness of her bikini.
�Take off your swimsuit,� my aunt said. Her voice was commanding.
�What?� the boy asked.
�Take it off,� my aunt said. �Take it off and show me your cock and
your balls.�
�Why?� the boy asked. His groin grew quite large as he asked the
question.
�Are you a virgin?� my aunt asked.
�Not quite,� the boy mumbled.
�I think you are,� my aunt said, her voice like a challenge.
�I�ve had girlfriends before,� the boy said.
�Did you fuck them?� Rebecca asked. I wanted to shout �auntie!�
again, for it was such a rude question, but instead I only grabbed my legs
once more, and stared quietly at our visitor.
�I told you, I had girlfriends. In Albania,� the boy said.
�Never mind about Albania,� my aunt said. �I want you to take off
your swimsuit for me. Then you are going to help my neice and me tear it
apart. I don�t want you ever wearing clothes again, do you hear me? You
are too handsome to go around covering yourself up. Look how big your
cock is growing, in your pants! It should be kept available, out in the open,
to be seen and admired.�
�I- I can�t take my swimsuit off,� the boy said. He looked over his
shoulder, up and then down the beach. It was empty, but other people
might come, just as himself had come, only minutes before. Still, the
thought of freeing himself must have inspired him, for his thing grew
breathtakingly large in his suit.
�Take it off,� my aunt said. �I will feed you, and give you a place to
stay. All I ask in return is that you be your natural self.�
�I CAN�T take my suit off!� the boy shouted. �I mean, what if some
guys see me?�
�Tell them you�re with us. That you belong to us,� my aunt said.
Of course, he was only 18, or 17, and the thought of stripping in
front of two beautiful females was an invitation too good to pass up. So
at last he relented, and dragged down his suit, freeing his cock. My aunt
and I marvelled at it. There was a thickness and length to it that was
exceptional, almost like the big dildo she�d given to me (more than once)
at Christmas.
�See? You have a fine penis,� my aunt said. �Let me have your suit
so that you�re never hindered by it again.�
Sheepishly, the boy picked up his swimsuit off the sand. He gave it
to my aunt. She took a small pair of cuticle scissors from her purse and
made several cuts in it. Then, using those as starting points, she yanked
the suit apart with her hands. There was no need for me or the boy to help
her. She rended his suit with a passion I had not seen in her often.
�There,� my aunt said, when the boy�s suit was absolutely shredded.
�Now go check your net. I wouldn�t want you to go without dinner.�
�Hey!� the boy cried. �Don�t I get to fuck you?�
�Fuck me?� my aunt said. �Did I ever say you could fuck me?�
The boy pointed at me. �At least let me fuck her, then,� he said. I
gasped at his remark.
�You will do as I say,� my aunt told him. �Go check your net and see
if you�ve caught any fish. Then come back. We�re still taking you home
with us. Your penis will receive plenty of attention, don�t worry. But as
for fucking, that�s a special treat reserved only for the best of slaves.
But even if you don�t get to fuck us, your cock will be worked hard, I
assure you. There are many ways to train a penis besides just having it
stuffed into a cunt.�
�God!� the boy exclaimed. He looked at us incredulously, and at his
torn-up swimsuit, lying upon the sand, which the breeze was beginning to
toy with. �Who are you two?� he asked.
�I�m Rebecca,� my aunt told him. �And this is my neice, Chloe.�
�Pleased to meet you,� I said, and then giggled.
�From now on you will always be naked and erect,� my aunt said.
�Which, given your age, shouldn�t be too difficult for you. As for touching
yourself, masturbating, that is strictly prohbited. You will discharge
when I command it, and at no other time. You will feel pleasure upon your
loins when I deem it necessary, and not otherwise. Do you feel vulnerable
with your dick sticking out like that? Good. You will find that at times I
deliberately humiliate you, showing you off to friends, so you must
become accustomed to having the world see your cock. It is quite
beautiful. You should not feel embarrasment having such a fine tool as
that.� My aunt stroked her long mane of hair with her fingers, twirling a
strand around her pointing finger. �Of course, I know you do not wish to
get into trouble, being naked like that. I�ll do my best to keep that from
happening. And I�ll take full responsiblity for any trouble you do get into.
Now go down the beach and check your net and see if you have any fish.�
�What?� the boy asked. His eyes were wide.
�Hmmm,� my aunt said. �I see that you�re prone to loitering. You
will be spanked tonight for that. A good hard whipping with a riding crop
on your bottom. To make you snap to attention for me.�
�You�re nuts,� the boy said.
My aunt tossed back her hair. It shone in the sun, which was sinking
low on the horizon. �No, you�re the one with nuts,� my aunt replied. �I can
see them quite easily. How full you look! When is the last time you shot
off?�
�None of your business!� the boy said.
My aunt laughed. �We will be discussing such things on a regular
basis,� my aunt said. �Your penis, your balls, even how much sperm you
can produce in 24 hours. It�s quite easy to test, you know. I jack you off,
then wait a day for you to refill, then jack you again.�
�God!� the boy said.
�Go get your fish, if you have any,� my aunt said. �And be quick
about it. Lovers will be strolling this beach soon, to watch the sun set.�
�Augh!� the boy cried. But he turned, and hurried down the beach, his
balls jangling fleshily between his legs, his cock boucing like a stiff pole.
My aunt watched him and then turned to me and said,
�This should be fun, Chloe.�
When Rod returned, bare and panting, he was carrying his net. He
hadn�t caught any fish. My aunt told him to leave the net, he would not
need it anymore. She gave him a towel to wrap around himself. We walked
up to the road and my aunt called a cab with her cell phone. A taxi arrived
and drove us back to our hotel. The driver gave Rod curious looks, but said
nothing.
That evening we left our hotel room and took a cab to a wooded area.
My aunt brought a knapsack with her. After the taxi left, and we�d looked
around to see that no one was watching, my aunt took a riding crop out of
her knapsack. Then she ordered Rod to undress. He did; he was becoming
quite compliant, for we�d ordered room service at our hotel and let him
feast, in the nude, on as much food as he could eat. When he was naked my
aunt said this to him:
�Now we will take an evening stroll, Rod. You will be naked and free
throughout our walk, as you can expect to be every night that we do this.
When we find a place that is suitably private, where your cries cannot be
heard, I am going to flay your ass with my crop. You will, of course, do
your best to say nothing, but you are young and I will understand if you
must yell out in pain.�
�What?!� Rod said. He was already starkers, except for his shoes,
and he looked at my aunt with incredulity. My aunt gave a light tap to his
naked butt with her riding crop.
�Get moving,� my aunt said. �How erect you are! If you can lose
your erection I will spare you, Rod. But if not, then I will give you a sound
whipping.�
Rod put his hand to his dick.
�No!� my aunt yelled. �You must not cum. You must not play with
yourself. If, through pure self-restraint, you can drop your penis to a
normal, relaxed size, then I will spare you. But if you need training, if you
cannot rein in your passion, then I must spank you. Do you understand?�
�I wish I was back in Alabania,� Rod sighed.
�So you can jack yourself whenever you please?� my aunt asked.
�No, Rod. You will be trained to keep your seed while you�re with me. You
will cum only as a reward. Perhaps once a week. Perhaps once a month.�
�Once a month?!� Rod cried. An owl heard him and hooted,
somewhere up in the trees.
�Let�s get moving,� my aunt said. She zipped up her backpack. Rod
looked at it forlornly, for all his clothes were in it, and my aunt showed
no sign of being willing to give them back. �Into the forest, Rod,� she
said. �Let�s take our walk. You�re going to enjoy nature tonight, in your
natural state. And you�ll enjoy the feel of hard leather too, I�ll bet.�
We walked from the moonlit clearing by the roadside under the
canopy of trees. Rod was bare-assed, his dick pointing our way. Rebecca
and I wore shorts and t-shirts. We all had shoes on, Rod looking silly in
his because he wore nothing else. Rebecca snapped on a flashlight and
gave Rod�s penis a glancing blow with the beam.
�Hey! Don�t show off my dick!� Rod complained.
�I�ll illuminate your penis whenever I wish to,� Rebecca said. �It is
a fine thing to look at. But just now I was checking to see if you�d obeyed
me yet. You�re still hard, Rod. I told you to get soft.�
�I can�t!� Rod yelled. My feet snapped a twig as we walked through
the trees. Rod sighed. �You�re beautiful, but you�re weird,� Rod
complained to Rebecca. First, you won�t let me fuck you, or even her.� He
pointed at me in the darkness. �Then you insist I be erect. All the time,
you said. Now you want me to be soft!�
Rebecca laughed. �You poor boy,� she said. �Don�t you understand?
In a few years you�ll probably be married. Especially with all those
girlfriends you claim you�ve had, back in Albania.�
I giggled. I suspected Rod was a total virgin, and my aunt did too. If
he�d had girlfriends, they hadn�t been very good at opening them up.
�So anyway,� Rebecca continued. �Sometimes, Rod, you�ll come
home from work, wanting to have sex with your wife. But she�ll have a
headache. So she�ll refuse you. Now a poorly trained man, at that point,
would get a Penthouse and jack himself off. But what a waste of sperm
that would be! You�re not going to be like that, Rod. You�ll learn to wait.
To control your desire, and your erections. That�s why I want to see you
lose your erection tonight, without losing your sperm. That way, when
you�re married, and you wife refuses you, you�ll be able to wait �til the
next night, and not read Penthouse.�
�Thanks a lot,� Rod said, in the darkness, as Rebecca led us deeper
into the forest with the beam of her flashlight.
�Similarly,� Rebecca continued, �some nights you�ll be exhausted
from work, or perhaps from giving at the office, and your wife will be
dying for loving. So you�ll need to produce an erection, and not give her
some excuse. When you�ve fucked your secretary at work, only to find your
wife in a negligee when you get home, you�ll thank me for training you to
be stiff on command.�
�God, how long is this training going to last?� Rod asked.
�For as long as it amuses me,� Rebecca laughed.
Rod was still the size of a cucumber when we found a clearing deep
in the forest. My aunt made him bend and display his haunches to her. His
balls were so big and full that they stuck out between the backs of his
thighs. She whipped him, each stinging blow prising a cry from his throat.
She was careful not to strike his balls but otherwise she was quite harsh
with him. His dick wobbled freely each time the crop fell. Rod tried hard
not to shed tears. He succeeded in that, his eyes staying dry, but his
excited penis oozed so much pre-cum that Rebecca feared he was spurting.
She made me cup my hand over the end of his dick to catch the fluid
coming out of him. Afterwards, she checked my palm, to make sure I held
only pre-cum, and not sperm. Then she made me rub the pre-cum all over
Rod�s ass.
�I can�t believe I�m walking around naked with my own sperm on my
bottom,� Rod said as we walked back to the road.
�Not your sperm, Rod. Just pre-cum,� my aunt told him. �You will
learn all about yourself in the coming days.�
�I hope my ass can survive it,� Rod said.
He did not have a comfortable ride home in the cab. When we got
back to our hotel, we had him serve us drinks.
�Couldn�t I at least put on some underpants?� Rod begged.
�You will always be naked, whenever its possible,� my aunt said.
�Eventually you will get so used to your nudity that you will prefer it to
clothes.� She sipped the drink he gave her, and she her eyes flitted to his
erection. �Really, Rod,� my aunt said. �Given how large and hard you are
I�d think you�d appreciate not having to wear something around your loins.
But if you wish, we shall go shopping tomorrow, and find you a small pair
of colored underpants, men�s of course, but small, like bikini briefs, and
you can wear those, indoors with us, feeling the fabric constrict your
erection.�
�Never mind,� Rod said.
�No, really,� my aunt said. �Since you wanted underpants, you will
have them. But high-fashion underpants, as befits a handsome young stud
like yourself.�
�Please!� Rod said. �The last thing I need is some sadistic pair of
shorts like those faggie guys wear. I mean, ordinary Jockeys are bad
enough. I can�t imagine squeezing myself into those gay colored
undershorts. Hell-- I�m so full, my balls would practically take up all the
room!�
Rebecca put her finger to the tip of Rod�s penis. �Shhhh,� she said,
as if his pee hole were talking, instead of his mouth. �My mind�s made
up,� she said.
�Sheesh!� Rod groaned.
Later, we put him in the shower. We tied his hands to the shower
head so we could soap him freely.
�How did you like our cab ride home?� Rebecca asked Rod, soaping
his balls. She worked carefully, squeezing them just a little so as to not
excite him unduly.
�It was horrible!� Rod said. �You fucking girls-- that cab driver kept
looking back at me, in his rear view mirror.�
�I guess so. You certainly couldn�t sit still,� Rebecca laughed.
�At least we let you get dressed,� I said, giggling. I touched Rod�s
ass. It was still marked from the riding crop. Rod flinched. I soaped my
hands to make them silkier and then touched him again. He jerked, but this
time he let my hands slowly cup his buns. When I had his small twin half
moons of flesh in my palms I pulled open his backside.
�Hey!� Rod said. �What are you doing?� I laughed and stuck my
finger in his butt.
�I�m cleaning your a-hole, a-hole!� I told him. Rod pulled his ass
forward and clenched his buns together.
�Rebecca!� I whined. �Rod won�t let me clean his a-hole!�
�She was sodomizing me!� Rod complained.
�Rod, have you ever had anyone stick their finger up your ass?�
Rebecca asked.
�Hell no!� Rod said.
�Well, we must clean your ass, Rod, and if you insist on squeezing it
tight I�ll have to get out a little whip. I�ll happily get out of the shower
right now and go get it. It�s called a penis whip, Rod, and I�ll lash your
dick with it if you don�t let us wash you.�
�Oh, shit!� Rod swore. He eased his tense muscles in his behind. I
poked my finger between his cheeks.
�Scrub a dub dub!� I said, finding his anus and pushing hard. He
received me, unwillingly at first, then with resignation. He let out a
moan. I marvelled at how I was fucking him-- me, a girl, fucking a boy! I
only had a finger to do it with but it was still a thrill. His big hunky body
swayed back and forth as I �washed� him with my digit. Rebecca kept her
hands on his balls. That night we spent a whole hour in the shower with
him, but we never got around to soaping his arms or his legs or his chest.
Afterwards we put Rod in bed. We had a big King-sized bed in our
hotel room and we tied him flat on his back on it. We used our nylons to
tie his arms and legs apart, so that he lay in the middle of the bed,
spread-eagled. We had to do it. Otherwise, he would have jerked himself
off with his hands, or rolled on his stomach and used the pressure of the
bed to relieve himself. When he was tied, my aunt and I bound a ribbon
around the base of his penis. We did it to humiliate him. He looked like an
erotic birthday gift, lying there nude, with his dick sticking up. I wadded
a pair of my best panties and put them in his mouth.
�Wet them for me,� I told Rod. �Then I�ll wear them all day
tomorrow, and you can think about how I�m wearing wet panties. Wet with
your saliva.�
�Fanks a loth,� Rod said, over his mouthful of underwear. Rebecca
laughed.
�Why, you�re becoming quite a little dominatrix, Chloe!� she
congratulated me.
My aunt and I dressed for bed. We put on our sexiest nighties. Then
we lay down on either side of Rod, and pretended to go to sleep. Now and
then we would stick our fingers down by his dick and fondle him, just a
little, to keep him well-teased. Later I scooted my face down to his loins
and blew soft kisses upon his aching equipment. My aunt joined me there,
two Eves admiring our very own Adam in the dark. She licked his balls
while I kissed his cock, up and down the entire length of his shaft. I even
grew bold and kissed his pee head! At last my lips joined with my aunt�s
and we began to kiss each other, her cheek resting on his fat balls, my
cheek resting on his thigh.
�Let�s make love to each other. Rod can listen,� my aunt suggested.
�Alright,� I whispered to her. And we did, making him groan with
the sound of our passion.
My aunt threw open the curtains. It was morning. Sunlight flooded
through the parted curtains and fell in a strong, bright shaft on Rod�s body.
The light illuminated his groin, as if with a searchlight, setting it off
against the darker hues of his legs and his abdomen, which remained in
shadow. I lay curled beside him, out of the sun�s glare. I awoke at the
sound of the curtains being opened and looked at my aunt.
She was dressed in black. She carried a small black whip in her
hand. Her heels clicked on the floor, which was uncarpeted, being made of
wood, and she crossed the well-polished floor to stand by the side of the
bed.
Rod awoke. It had taken him hours to fall asleep. He was groggy, at
first not knowing where he was. Then two things happened. He felt the
sting of his still sore bottom upon the sheets, and he looked up and saw
my aunt.
�Good morning, Rod,� Rebecca said.
�Gooth mornthingth,� Rod said, through my panties which still were
wadded in his mouth. I reached down and sleepily fondled his penis. It
was hard as stone, though pre-cum had drooled down its sides all through
the night, making it wet.
�I�m going to punish your cock this morning, Rod,� Rebecca said.
�You�ve been a good boy and not spent, so I will not be excessively
punitive. It will be just a light smacking, to train your penis to feel pain.�
�Wh-- why?� Rod managed to stammer, over my panties. At the
same time, involuntarily, he arched his back, lifting his loins, as if to ask
for his cock to be whipped.
�Because you are a man, Rod,� my aunt told him. �Men must learn to
endure pain. Perhaps you will be a soldier, hmmm? What if there is a
war? You might get shot in an unpleasant place. Or what if you meet a
wife like Mr. Bobbit did? You would not want to cry if she cut you, or
during the operation you�d need to repair the damage she did. Also, I wish
to display you. To other women. They might be a little rough with you. I
will tell them not to be, but perhaps they will get carried away. You must
be a good pet and endure their handling of your manhood. Even if they are
rough. So a little pain now, well applied, will help you to endure whatever
should befall your cock. With dignity, Rod. The dignity of a man.�
Softly I stroked Rod�s dick throughout my aunt�s little lecture. Then,
as he lay in our luxurious suite, his back upon silken sheets, his arms and
legs tied with expensive nylons, Rebecca whipped him. Rod howled. Her
penis whip left marks upon his cock. But she was careful not to strike his
balls. When she was finished Rod was left with his penis burning worse
than ever and, coincidentally, begging to be touched, though it had just
been touched to excess by the leather! It was a pretty sight, and we left
him that way until lunch.
That night, when it was dark again, my aunt showed Rod something
she had bought for herself at a shop downtown. He had laid in bed all day,
being untied only for lunch, and now there was a haunted look in his eyes.
It increased greatly when he saw what she had brought him. It was a
dildo. It was long and thick and it came with a harness.
�Yes, Rod, I have a present for you,� my aunt laughed. �We are going
to see if you can learn what it�s like to be a girl tonight. How you
complained in the shower last night when Chloe put her small finger into
your bottom. This is much larger. You need to learn to take it, though, for
it will train you not to fear such a thing. How many men must fear being
sodomized! You will no longer have that fear, Rod. Not after tonight. Or
perhaps it will take two or three nights to get this up you. It is no matter.
You will learn, for I am willing to teach you, and to take as much time as
it requires.� My aunt looked at me. �Take off your panties, Chloe,� she
said. �Are they the ones he had in his mouth all last night?�
I nodded. They were dry now, from the heat of the day, but they had
made for a rather interesting shopping experience.
�Wait,� my aunt said, as I reached under my skirt to take off my
undies. �First I want you to do something while you�re still wearing
them,� my aunt said. �Last night he had fresh panties. But he does not
look happy, despite the fact that we gave him fresh panties. So tonight we
will give him panties that have had a little accident.� My aunt smiled at
me. �Chloe, do you remember when you were a little girl?�
�Of course,� I said.
�Good,� Rebecca said. �Then be a little girl again, for dear Rod, and
pee in your panties. Wet them for him, since he was kind enough to wet
them for you.�
I did as she asked. I knelt on the bed, straddling Rod�s bare chest,
and my aunt gave me cup after cup of water to drink until at last,
shivering with excitment, I managed to let go of myself and pee in my
panties. Then I took them off and put them in Rod�s mouth. He nearly
gagged on them, but he accepted them, for my aunt was standing over him
holding the penis whip, and he knew she would be truly harsh with him if
he did not obey us.
�Are you ready, Rod?� my aunt asked, when she and I had completely
undressed, and she had fitted herself into the cock harness. I stood before
my aunt, oiling the long dick for her, and we both looked at him. Rod
closed his eyes. Finally, still holding my pee-stained panties in his
mouth, he nodded. �Good,� my aunt said. �This is the easy and private way
to do it, Rod,� she told him. �But if we untie you, and you give us trouble,
I want you to know that there is a certain hotel bell boy who is gay. He is
also a wrestler, Rod, and he weighs 250 pounds. I�ve asked him to stand
outside our hotel door and to let himself in if he hears anything
suspicious. Anything, that is, that doesn�t sound like a young virgin being
raped. That�s you, Rod. Rod with the ever so many girlfriends back in
Albania who never let him touch them.� She laughed. I giggled. I must
admit, I was dying to see this big, strapping young man butt-fucked. It
was totally lewd, and I make no excuses for it, except to say that it was
my auntie�s idea.
We undid Rod�s bonds. I thought he might try to escape, but he didn�t.
He wasn�t exactly happy about our plans for his bottom but he got on all
fours, like my aunt asked, and even dipped his back when she told him to.
She got the head of her cock into him that night, but that was all.
Then, to congratulate him for not being wilfull, she jerked him off. She
used her hand. She made him spend right there, on the bed. I held a cup
under his dick so he wouldn�t soil our linen. Then we tied him again, flat
on his back, and in an hour he was up again, ready (much to his regret!) for
more.
If you are wondering how Rod ate his meals, or took fluids, that was
my job. During the long hours of the day, when we weren�t out shopping, I
knelt by his head and fed him. It was quite fun; I put a pillow under his
head to tilt his head up a bit so he could chew and swallow more easily.
Peeing proved a little more difficult, and interesting. My aunt
wanted him to pee while he was flat on his back, so he could be an indoor
fountain for us. Imagine having your own golden fountain in your bedroom!
The problem, of course, was how to keep him from wetting the bed. At
last we hit upon the idea of putting big towels around his dick. We kept
them pulled back away from his cock just a little, so we could admire its
full length. Then he peed, and his urine, squirting into the air, fell
splattering back down upon the towels. A little fell on him, of course, but
I just wiped it up when I took the towels away.
When Rod needed to do number two, we untied his legs. We made him
bend his knees and lift his ass up off the bed. Then we put a metal tray,
from room service, under his butt. My aunt and I watched as his turds
extruded themselves from between his ass cheeks and onto the metal tray.
When he was done, I pulled the tray down, to give myself a clean space to
work. Then I wiped him. Then I took the whole mess, the turds, the
crumpled tissues, to the bathroom, and dumped them all off the tray and
into the toilet. Then we called room service up and asked for more food,
which gave us a new tray!
The next morning my aunt and I untied Rod. We took him to the
bathroom and gave him a long bubble bath. How wickedly wonderful he
looked, lying in the tub, with his dick sticking up through the bubbles! We
were careful not to add his jism to the foam. When he was clean and dry
my aunt, who had remained dressed throughout his bath, knelt before him
and kissed his cock.
�You are beautiful,� she told him frankly. She cupped his balls and
squeezed them. �And so full! How do you fill up again so quickly?�
�I have no idea,� Rod said, �though I wish it wouldn�t happen.�
�Why? Because you are not permitted to spend?� my aunt asked.
She kissed his cockhead. He tried to thrust himself between her lips, but
she pulled her face away.
�No, Rod,� my aunt insisted. Surprisingly, he did not force the
matter. Perhaps he was in fear of the gay bell hop. My aunt stood up. She
straightened her dress. She looked at Rod, at his penis, then at his face,
and said, �You have proven that you can endure pain without being an
embarrassment to me. And you have also shown a willingness to open
yourself, even though it is against your male nature. You have done well,
Rod. It is time for me to show you off. Today I am going to permit you to
dress and take you to a party. You�ll wear nice clothes, clothes I bought
for you myself, but don�t grow too fond of them. You�ll be forced to strip
the minute we arrive. However, if it is any consolation to you, there will
be only females at this party. You will give yourself fully to them, and do
whatever they require. You will bear the burden of your sperm well, not
spilling it, regardless of how they handle you. I will be there, but I do not
wish to interfere with their admiration of you. I will be very proud of
you, Rod, when we come back to our hotel. Won�t I?� she asked.
�If- if you insist,� Rod said.
�Good,� my aunt said. �Oh. And one other thing. When we arrive at
the party I will handcuff your hands behind your back, after you�ve
undressed. I don�t want you to play with yourself and you mustn�t do
anything to keep the women from enjoying you. Do not feel insulted by it.
No one will harm you, especially if you keep your seed in your balls, where
it belongs.�
�And no one will butt fuck me either, right?� Rod asked. His voice
was high, too high, I thought. He sounded like a choir boy worried about
his lessons.
�Bottoms are made to be opened,� my aunt replied.
With his dick like a living re-bar, and his ass nervously tight, Rod
proved to be the life of my auntie�s party. The ladies fondled him to the
brink of cumming, but he somehow managed to hold himself back. At the
end of our party we invited him to ice a cake for us. He did, profusely, and
we gobbled it down.
I was amazed at what a well-trained slave Rod was becoming. He
proved a good sport at the party, letting us girls do whatever we pleased
to him; slap him, pinch him, even letting us stick pieces of fruit in his ass.
And his control was becoming marvellous. How delightful it was to do all
sorts of devious things to his cock, testing his ability, while
simultaneously prohibiting him from cumming. He held on like a trooper,
and when we finally told him to ice our cake for us, he donated the
biggest, thickest pool of sperm you could possibly imagine.
Several women tried to buy Rod from my aunt. But she refused. How
strange it was to see him being bargained over like that, as if he were a
horse. Women even called him a �young thoroughbred�. As for Rod,
throughout the negotiating he said not a word, like a good horsey, letting
himself be discussed, letting my aunt decide for herself whether she
would sell him or keep him.
I will never forget how we spent the following night. We kept our
hotel room, but drove to the beach for a night of �roughing it�. Just me,
my aunt, and Rod. We found a secluded spot and built a fire on the beach.
(Or, rather, Rod, being a good boy, built it for us.) He was naked, of course.
My aunt and I stripped to just our bikini panties, letting our bosoms hang
free. We roasted hot dogs on sticks in the fire, gazing at Rod�s penis all
the while, which stood stiff and bold, illuminated by the flames and
heated by them. After dinner we spent the night in our tent, riding his
warm cock, until at last we allowed him to cum and he filled both me and
my aunt with himself. We had protein in our bellies and in our wombs by
night�s end, and felt quite full.
Returning to our hotel, we spent the next week using Rod as a human
dildo. That�s literally what he was. We forbade him to speak. He seemed
not to mind. His tongue was probably too tired to talk anyway, for when
we wore out his dick we made him use his tongue in substitution. My aunt
insisted on wearing a penis also, from time to time, and she used it to
open up Rod�s bottomhole. He was able to accept her easily by the time
the week was through. At the same time, she gave Rod the task of opening
up me! Whenever it was possible, she put him to me. Again and again I
was forced to kneel and dip and receive him. Sometimes I was too sore to
take him, but whenever I had recovered it was time to be opened again, and
I did my best to obey my aunt and let him train me to his cock.
Finally my aunt decided to let Rod have his freedom. She could have
sold him, I�m sure, and for a good price too, but she did not believe in
forcing him to be another woman�s slave. He had served us well, she said,
and deserved to be able to make his own choices in life. And now he could,
too, being well-trained. He would not simply fall for the first gal who
offered himself to him. He was no longer a virgin. He could boast
excellent control of his penis. He would be able to pick his next lover,
feeling confident around women, instead of shy. And so it was that my
aunt gave him up.
Of course, Rebecca being who she was, she gave Rod his freedom in
rather a perverse way: by tying him up. Together we tied him to our bed.
It was routine for him by now to be used thus; he didn�t complain, for he
didn�t know we were leaving. When he was naked and bound, his cock
sticking up lovely and hard, we tied a small bib around the base of his
cock. It lay upon his heavy balls. My aunt wrote a note on a piece of paper.
Then, with Rod watching wide-eyed, she placed the paper on his bib and
drove a pin through it.
The note lying upon Rod�s balls read: �Help yourself.� Actually it
read �Please help yourself,� with the �please� being written in small
letters, and �Help yourself� written in big letters. How inviting it looked,
lying there, placed right under his penis!
�Goodbye, Rod,� we said to him, and we each kissed his cockhead.
�Hey! Where are you going?� Rod said.
�We are leaving you, dearest,� my aunt told him.
�You are being given your freedom,� I said.
�My what?� Rod asked. �I�m tied up!�
�Yes,� my aunt said. �But there is a lovely girl who is coming up to
clean our room. She�s from Bosnia, Rod, a country quite close to your home
country of Albania. She can read a little English; I�m sure she�ll do just
fine reading the sign we left for her.�
�Good God! You mean you�re really walking out on me?� Rod asked.
�Yep,� I told him. �Bye, bye, horsey!� I bent and kissed his cock
again, running my tongue lovingly around the edge of his crown, letting his
whole head fill my mouth and push out my cheeks.
My aunt pulled me off him. It was like being pulled off a popsicle. I
looked at my wet saliva on his cockhead.
�He is nice and hard and we must leave him that way, if we are to
make a gift of him,� my aunt said. �Come, Chloe. There is an art to
everything, even to saying goodbye.�
�Oh, but can�t I just--?� I asked, looking with longing eyes at Rod
and his penis.
�No, dear. You have had quite enough cock for now. We have a plane
to catch. And there are, I�m sure, other men that we�ll find as amusing as
Rod,� Rebecca told me. She took my hand. Together we left the room,
leaving Rod to struggle on the bed, and to wait for the Bosnian girl to find
him and use him and then, at last, to free him.
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