“He been handlin’ it real well too! I been careful not to go too big, he’s about as tight as a nun. It takes a lil’ while but once ya get goin, hoo boy!, he sho’ does moan like a whore! He been learnin’ real well too. Jus’ last night he spread his butt real wide for me without need’n to be told,” Hazel explained.
“Ma’am!” Alexander protested as Hazel talked about him in such a way, his cheeks coloring with a bit of blush. The things she did to him were deeply embarrassing, and even the memory made him squirm.
Maybell nodded. “Let’s have a look then, shall we?”
“Go on, pet. Show Miss Maybell how you spread your sex hole real good fo’ me last night,” Hazel said.
“Yes Ma’am…” he said at last, sulking as he turned around, standing on his knees and toppling forward until his cheek was pressed into the nearest pillow and his ass hung high in the air. He reached behind himself, prying his cheeks apart to expose his most private place. Like the rest of him it was hairless and well cared for, with a perfectly formed star that clenched tight.
Miss Maybell removed her gloves and carefully studied his dangling boybits and butthole. She groped his scrotum, examining the smooth and pliable sack with firm marbles as she gently rolled his testicles around in her hand. They felt swollen and tinged a needy hue of purple-blue. Hazel sat on the couch next to him and patted his head to reassure him. “That’s good, ain’t it?” she asked. “I had to use the smallest cage, on a’count of his little wee-wee’s just too darned small.”
“Ah…” he sighed, already his thoughts had wandered too far towards sex. He felt his cage clamping down tight as his little cock tried to grow, pushing futilely against the metal. The flesh of his member bulged out from its cages wherever it could, but remained trapped and confined. “Ma’am… it’s getting tight again. I-It hurts…it’s…”
Miss Maybell talked over him. “Quite right. ‘Tis likely to get smaller. I’m certain another device can be crafted, should he require it,” she said as she continued to tug and knead his plump balls. “These are quite small as well. I’m confident no penis this insignificant could please any self-respecting woman. Any sperm produced by something so woefully inadequate would certainly be undesirable as well,” she added in a clinical, matter-of-fact tone.
Hazel patted him again. “Ain’t that what I been tellin ya’ darlin? That your lil’ dicklet ain’t good for nothin’ and ain’t got no business gettin’ hard?”
Miss Maybell’s grip moved to his penis and held the silver sheath, letting his desperate cock feel only the warmth of her wandering hand.
“Nnnn…” Alexander whined, bristling a little as the women talked about him like a mere object. Prior to meeting Miss Dickinson, there hadn’t been a morning yet that Alexander’ pecker (little or not) stood at attention, ready to be grabbed and tugged until the young man relieved himself of his urges. But now it had been months since he’d touched himself, or felt the simple joys of an erection and subsequent ejaculation – on that point at least Ms. Dickinson was absolutely set, and she reminded him of it frequently.
None of this made it easier. Surrounded by two gorgeous women – the smell of their perfume, the warmth of their bodies – it was enough to drive a poor boy crazy! He gritted his teeth and mindlessly humped the air a little, his hips thrusting until Miss Maybell captured his swaying bag and held it tight, putting an end to that so she could examine his penis.
“Ma’am- Please!” he continued. “I-I can get bigger if you just let me out!” His little hands clutched tight at the fabric of the sofa, and his toes curled taut. But Alexander knew better than to try and pull away or end the examination. So instead he just bit his lip and retreated into himself, trying not to complain too much.
“Oh calm down now sunshine,” Hazel said to him as she began to loosen the front of her brassiere and lowered it to free both breasts. “You know that new dick I let ya wear’s a whole lot bigger than yours, and it feels reaaal nice. Same one I fucked ya with last night, remember? Here.” She took hold of one of his hands and placed it on her buoyant breasts. “This’ll make ya feel all better,” she insisted.
By now the doctor had released her grip, removed her hat, and was spreading his ass with her own hands. Once he was so exposed, she lowered her face closer and planted a neat kiss on the tight ring between his cheeks before adding tongue. Certainly this was no ordinary doctor, as she began to swirl her tongue in circles, letting it dance on the rim of his delicate entrance until gently prodding at him with the tip, bathing his backside in her warm breath and letting out a satisfied moan as she savored his sweetness.
“Ah!” he gasped, his pretty eyes flying wide open as he felt the woman in white leaning into him, doing something lewd with his bottom. Hazel saw to it that he bathed each morning, and hints of vanilla still clung to his skin, offering Miss Maybell a pleasant scent to go with the earthy and inoffensive taste. As clean and pristine a boy butt as she’d ever known, it wiggled and squirmed, tightening against her beautiful face as he began to undulate, inadvertently ‘presenting’ back towards her as though his body recognized her tongue was the only relief he’d get. A tiny strand of white fluid accumulated at the tip of his caged cock, leaking down until it hung like a pendulous pearl.
“Ma’am!” he cried, blue eyes like ponds looking towards Hazel as Maybell’s tongue danced and flicked against him. He palmed her breast, squeezing it fitfully like it was his favorite toy, and slowly the two women immersed him in their own brand of tainted sexuality. “M-May I suckle, Ma’am? Please?” he asked permission.
Hazel answered him by smiling warmly and sliding herself beneath him, pulling him close and giving him free access to her breasts where she sat on the couch. It was the least she could do, really. She gazed into his pleading eyes and soaked up his neediness like thirsty roots. There was nothing more wonderfully arousing to her than a mind so desiring and a body so starving for her.
Miss Maybell, meanwhile, had broken away from tongue fucking him and was about to begin lubricating a finger for insertion when she took notice of the droplet of precum leaking from the tip of his chastity cage.
“He is evidently quite emissive,” she commented. “It will be imperative all sperm are killed as soon as they see daylight.” The doctor began preparing a contraption: a small metallic thimble which she filled with alcohol. Affixed to the edge was a magnetic strip welded to the circumference of the rim, such that it could be stuck to the tip of the chastity cage, forming a perfect seal, and functioning as a small receptacle for his semen.
She explained it thus in a thoughtful monologue: “This ought to take care of the problem. A little metallic cup, if you will, of a spermicidal elixir. It’s fitting, of course, that sperm swimming in a weak dribble out of a soft and sad pricklet should die a hopeless death. Rather than being shot out of a powerful cannon into a fertile womb, it will all fall helplessly into a cold and quick end, all that unwanted potential produced for nothing but to be destroyed, just as it should. Some seeds bring life, these will only bring a deserved, merciful death…” The metal cup was effortlessly attached to the chastity cage with a clink!, and Maybell returned to her preparation. She had yet to say a word to him, yet was about to insert herself even further into his vulnerable body and mind.