The Cum Drunk House Boy Pt. 02

Night after night, you sit unused in your pathetic cage disguised as a side table by the couch, due to your cock’s annoying habit of wanting out of its own little cage everyday. To learn your place more thoroughly, I have implemented a rigorous list of chores and edging sessions until your tiny member concedes and bends to my will.

Daily cleaning and fetching the paper from our apartment hall, naked and on all fours like a dog, is the new normal and I smile wickedly as you settle into the tasks.

Hearing the click of the lock on your chastity cage, I mumble my disappointment.

“Dripping pre-cum again? Hard at the completion of your daily tasks? Tisk Tisk. I told you to keep him in his place.”

Slapping your caged cock, I slip my shoes on before heading to work, letting you kneel at my feet before I depart.

Focusing on the day ahead, I have tunnel vision as I check the mailbox near the entry of the apartment building. Flipping through junk mail and bills, I hear a sound poking at the corner of my auditory vision. I peer up from the mail to see two out of focus figures. Coming back to reality, I realize my neighbors are introducing themselves, while seeming very shy in doing so.

“Hello! We are your neighbors in apartment 11. I’m Alison and this is my husband Ben. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Sticking her hand out, Alison shakes my hand as I passively say, “Hello There.” Toying with not introducing myself to add to this nervousness radiating off of the couple, but I decide to play along, “I am Victoria. It’s nice to meet you both. Welcome to the building.”

Watching Alison unravel slightly at the sound of my voice, I start to realize this chance encounter may be more planned on their end. Creasing the ads down the center and slipping them into the trash, I graze past the couple on the way out the door.

“Shit. Wait.. We.. Uhm.. Wanted to invite you and your…boy.-friend..Yes- boyfriend over for drinks tonight. Will you come?”

I hear her words, but more so feel her light touch on my wrist, which draws my vision to Ben’s crotch, which is.. Aroused at the idea of drinks it seems. Thinking over the invitation, I realize that the vents from my apartment lead directly into theirs, giving them front row seats to my house boy’s torture. Light finding its way into my eyes at the idea of a new way to torture him, I slide my fingers reflexively around Alison’s.

“Yes. We will come over. I will be home around 6pm; Let’s have drinks at my place. I’ll have.. Peter.. Ready the house for us.”

I release her wrist slowly and let my fingers drag over her skin, feeling goosebumps overtake where my hand had been.

Smiling with excitement, Alison and Ben say “See you then,” in unison as I exit.

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Coming home a little early, I look over how you have prepared the house. Drink glasses on the island ready for the orders of our neighbors to be filled by you. Cheese and crackers with select meats for snacking and – of course- my favorite petit fours.

“Look at you being impressive for once. Now, go grab the paper and get dressed before they get here.”

Clipping my hoop earrings into place, I wave at the door to prompt you to grab the paper quickly. Watching you get on all fours causes a slight arousal to burn in my lower abdomen for the first time in a week. Your good behavior inspiring a fun session idea after our guests leave tonight.

The door swinging open, I watch as your mouth opens to grasp the paper, as you become shockingly aware of two sets of feet at your eye level.

“Hello uhm.. Oppe. Sorry. You must be Peter.. It’s nice to meet you.. Uhm. I’m Alison and this is Ben..”

Letting one sharp laugh exit my lips, I lean on the back of a chair and gesture towards you.

“Oh don’t mind him. He is just finishing up his chores for the day. Come in, come in, have a seat.”

Looking down at you I angle my head towards your closet, signaling you to go get dressed.

“I guess I’LL make everyone drinks while we wait for you to get dressed.”

An audible gulp exiting your mouth, you scurry to your feet, hand covering your cage, and you run to get dressed- apologizing under your breath.

Alison, stepping over the threshold, says, “He can stay like.. That… if it’s what you prefer…”

Ben nods slowly in agreeance, looking at Alison for approval and receiving it.

How eventful tonight has become. You stand frozen, your member in hand, waiting for my word.

“My usual pet. And what will you two delightful things be having?”

I nob in passive satisfaction as you let your cage hang and you step confidently over to your position at the island to be our bartender for the night.

“We are pretty simple.. Can you make Margaritas…Peter?” Alison fumbles at the end looking over to me to ask, “Is it okay to call him by his name?”

I nod in appreciation of their respect for my position. “You may call him Peter if it is more comfortable for you, but he likes many… other.. names much more”

Your darting eyes go from my rum punch that you are preparing, to me, to your raging cock, then back to my drink.

Ben seems to be coming into himself, stepping towards you, “What names do you prefer, Peter?”

You stare in fear as Ben addresses you. “Mistress, may I answer?” Is all you can muster, busting out of your cage by the minute, pale as a ghost while red as a beet simultaneously.

“Don’t be rude, pet, answer Ben.” Pausing momentarily to collect yourself you ramble off all your favorite degrading names .. pet, slut, house boy, simp,…All while Ben smiles slyly.

Watching these inexperienced new friends learn all your favorite pet names, I see the newness arouse them as much as you.

Feeling eyes on me, I see Alison watching my amusement with interest as she takes her drink from you. You walk over, bending slightly as you place my drink on the table beside me.

Alison’s lips part then close a couple of times before she says confidently, “Pet is very fitting for him, Victoria. I like it. Ben, which do you prefer?”

Ben’s words spill out quickly, “I like house boy.. It’s what I like hearing you call him the most.”

Alison cuts a look at Ben. How entertaining they are, like little mice in a maze.

“Ben, have you been listening through my walls?”

Stuttering, Ben almost yells, “NO.” then clears his throat, “I mean no. It just travels through the vent. Maybe echos. I don’t know…”

Looking you right in the eye, you know I am going to torture you with them tonight. You know you will be our play thing.

“It seems I will be calling you house boy tonight, to amuse Ben. Thank our new friends for their attention. Bend at the waist, don’t be rude.”

Bowing to our new friends you thank them for their attention.. And as you reach the apex of your bow your cock leaks cum onto the floor at their feet.

“It seems a stupid fucking house boy can’t control himself in front of others.”

Taking the mail placed on the island, I grab you and beat the back of your head like the stupid cock driven dog you are.

“I have been trying so hard to train .. *smack* this.. *smack* out of.. *smack* him. CLEAN IT UP NOW.” I command through gritted teeth.

Dropping to our knees you lick the floor with vigor, making sure it is spotless. Pulling you up by your hair, I choose to unlock your cage to humiliate you. To show our new friends your small cock.

“I hope you two don’t mind..”

Cutting me off Alison says, “We don’t. Please, keep going.”

I stand slightly behind you as I release you from your cage. Your cock shooting straight up. The eyes of our guest landing on the bouncing cock between your legs. Holding your wrists back from covering yourself I ask our new playmates, “Isn’t he so pathetic?”

Ben rises to the occasion and says, “Yes Ma’am. So pathetic.”

Alison grips Ben’s arm, not able to look away from your aroused simp dick.

“Alison.. Do you mind if I call you Ali?” I say releasing your wrists from my firm hold. You fall slightly forward at the intensity.

“No.. Ma’am.” Ali is rather nervous since the release of my house boy’s cock, so I interject to ease her mind.

“What is on your mind Allli?” I say, emphasizing her name, as I slip my hand into her line of sight and around your cock.

“I am not sure what is okay to say.. But.. I want your pet, and .. so does Ben. We have never..”

“Oh you want to use this stupid boy? Oh I bet that makes him so horny.” Stroking you over and over, grasping you tighter, I feel your hips shake at the thought of coming.

“How would you like to use my pet, Ali and Ben?” They silently think of words, but are distracted by me stimulating you.

I whisper in your ear loud enough so they can hear, “Oh you stupid fucking simp, you’re so hard. Ugh I think they want to watch you cum. Cum for me on the floor. Show them that you’re a cock drunk house boy.”

I stroke you faster and faster, moaning in your ear lightly to edge you on. You bust in seconds all over the floor.

Aroused myself, I release your cock, and straighten my dress as I figure out where to place us all next.

You are on the floor cleaning your cum, before I can command it, setting a good example for our guests.

“Did you both enjoy that?” Looking at each other, they both nod vigorously. “Now tell me, what would you like this house boy to do for you?”

Ali, taking the lead, says, ” We would like you to instruct us, help us. I really want to be used.. I love cock.. And your pet.. Has.. a wonderful cock…can he cum more than once?”

Smiling down at my dog, I say, ” What is our record? 15 times in a day?”

Looking up with a cum filled mouth, you say yes wordlessy. Grabbing your chin, I look at Ali.

“Taste his cum from his mouth Ali.”

Frozen Ali looks at me, then at you as you stick your tongue out for her to sample your seed.

Bending down, Ali takes all of your tongue into her mouth, sucking every drop of cum from your mouth, making your stupid member bounce in arousal again.

I watch Ben staring at the scene unfold. I look down at his bulge and instruct him to open his pants and expose himself, while telling Ali to take her top off. They both comply as your chin rests in my hand.