Suresh The Family CFNM Slave Ch. 08

On the fourth day of Suresh and Nandan's servitude, a Sunday, Suresh began his early morning routine as usual. He carefully brewed the coffee, served it to the women, and swept the floor in neat, even strokes. Today, however, there was a new task at hand: it was oil day, as per Kavitha's strict rules. Every Sunday, they applied a special oil to their hair, massaging it into the scalp three times over the course of the morning, each application spaced half an hour apart.

As they were getting ready, Varsha casually mentioned she would complete her oiling ritual when she got back. Dressed in her Basketball attire, a jersey and shorts well above her knees, she went to Rathna aunty's house to wait for Nireeksha. As she did, Nandan walked in and saw her. Varsha wasted no time in setting her face with contempt at the sight of him.

For, Nandan was naked. Completely naked! Not a stitch on!

Just like her own younger brother, Nandan was also not allowed to wear any clothes by his mother and older sister. Varsha had been quite complicit in bringing that situation about. However, unlike her brother, Nandan had quite a small organ.

She noticed that, even fully erect, it was smaller than her own brother's half-mast status. As she reflected on it further, she suddenly realised he was fully erect and watching her. She had no illusions about herself. She was quite plain and not a looker. However, in his submissive state, even her in her shorts must be a huge prize.

Nandan willed himself desperately. Yet, he was powerless. He was nothing more than a naked slave to the women around him and that had hit his confidence so badly. He saw helplessly as his organ got fully erect and stood at a decent salute to Varsha.

"Look, Varsha," Nireeksha said, her voice laced with mockery. "Nandan here seems to be quite taken with you."

Varsha let out a sharp laugh, her eyes gleaming with a cruel delight as she set her eyes on his petite organ. "Interested? In me? Does he really think that a naked slave like him would-, I mean, I don't even want to complete the sentence. It's pathetic, really."

Nandan's face flushed even deeper, his eyes cast downward in shame.

Involuntarily, he tried to cover himself even though he knew he was not allowed to.

Nireeksha caught him by his ear instantly. She twisted him away. Even after 4 days, the thought of showing his naked bottoms to Varsha was demeaning. And, add to it, the shame of being forced to do so after having just been proved to be excited to see her! The shame! He thought grimly.

Nireeksha finally turned him around and told him to apologise to Varsha.

He stood awkwardly, shifting his weight. He stood in front of her, still erect. "Hey Varsha... I am really sorry."

She replied sharply. "Sorry about what?"

Nandan blinked. Was she actually going to make him say it? The scene was surreal. He was standing there, naked, in front of her. And she was going to make him apologise for his erection? The humiliation was getting worse everyday.

Seeing him silent, Varsha asked him "Do you really think you have a shot with me?"

Nandan's mouth opened but no sound came out.

Varsha wasn't done.

"You are a naked slave in your own home. You can't even go to the toilet without permission and you really think you have a shot with me?"

Nandan wanted to cry. This was the worst experience of his life. "Please, Varsha. I am sorry."

Nireeksha piped in. "Come on, Varsha. You are not even giving him a chance."

Varsha stared at her. Suddenly, she had a thought. "OK. You know what, let's give him a chance! In fact, it is a big chance! Nandan, we'll let you wear underwear for 10 minutes. If there's no skid mark when you take them off, you can wear clothes and I will even go for coffee with you this evening. But if there is..." She let it trail, smiling evilly.

"Varsha, no way." Nireeksha chipped in immediately. "I cannot agree to this. Do you really think he is that unhygienic?"

Varsha, however, was confident. "You know what, if I fail in this, I will hand Suresh over to you. You will have a naked male slave anyway." Nireeksha could not understand it. However, she understood she did not have a downside here. She would have a naked male slave anyway. And, despite her always being more affectionate to both Varsha and Suresh than her baby brother, he was still her brother and they were still tenants. Maybe this particular low-hanging fruit would help put her tenants in their place.

Nandan quickly put on the boxers, fully revelling in the material feeling against his skin. This was the first time in 4 days that he was allowed to wear anything, and he might get back to his regular state soon. In that feeling, he didn't even think about the other scenario. He sat on the floor, his submissive instincts still hard, while his heart pounded with anxiety. Varsha and Nireeksha watched him, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Ten minutes later, Varsha motioned Nandan to stand up. Nireeksha wasted no time in pulling the boxers around his ankles. Varsha and Nireeksha looked at the skid marks, and Varsha burst into laughter. "Look at that, Nireeksha! He's a little messy, isn't he?"

Nireeksha's face darkened with anger. "You little slut," she hissed, walking over to him. "Can't you do such a basic thing right. Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is. Goodness Nandan, you've produced such a mess. I am calling mom."

Varsha doubled over in laughter and Nandan trembled in shame.

Nandan once again considered his situation.

He was a 21 year old man.

Who was naked in front of two 23 year old women, one of them his elder sister.

And, he had just been revealed to have skid marks in his undies. The thought of the shame made him wither. Then, his eyes caught those of Varsha, who was gazing at him intently, idly fingering a strand of blond hair, smiling with thorough contempt and Nandan cowered, his body trembling. "Please, no, Nireeksha. I'll do anything, just don't tell Mom."

Nireeksha turned around. "No way. You had your shot to get back to normalcy, and this was a very easy shot. And you blew it." She got closer. "Now, step out of those."

"Actually," Varsha piped in. "Let him stay in them, it would be proper proof to Rashmi aunty."

Nireeksha nodded and instructed him to stand on the center of the room. Nandan trudged along, awkwardly. Varsha made a mental note that, at some point, Suresh should also be forced to do this.

Naked, completely.

But, with his undies around his ankles.

Taking each step carefully.

Inevitably slipping, causing his gigantic organ to flap around wildly. Something that was missing here as Nandan's small dick hardly had the same effect. Rashmi finally came in and understood the situation. Varsha and Nireeksha quickly went off to their weekly all-female basketball games while Rashmi picked up the cane.

Later, Kavitha and Rashmi were also heading out, excited about an early movie they wanted to catch. With everyone else gone, Anushka was left in charge of the two male naked slaves. Shortly after, Nandan arrived at Suresh's house, bringing along a pile of laundry, and the two of them were soon hard at work, ironing and folding, their heads bowed in silent obedience.

Anushka relished the sight of the four male bottoms. Two of them belonging to Nandan, had the tell-tale sign of being caned causing her to chuckle.

As the morning unfolded, Varsha and Nireeksha sent a stream of playful photos from their basketball games. In the pictures, they laughed, dribbled, and showed off their strong, capable bodies. They knew precisely what they were doing. The images were meant to irritate Anushka, knowing she was stuck at home, overseeing the two boys. And it worked. Anushka's irritation grew with every new image until she finally slammed her phone down on the table, eyes blazing with frustration. The boys sensed the shift in her mood instantly.

Her eyes darted to them--Suresh and Nandan were her only outlets. She clenched her jaw, thinking for a moment, then pointed to the laundry they had yet to finish. "You know what? Forget the machine. You two are going to wash all of this by hand," she declared.

The boys exchanged a quick, fearful glance. They already knew the humiliation that came with this task. The very idea of doing by hand what the machine could accomplish in moments was demeaning. As they began, each load of clothes served as a reminder of how low they had been brought.

Even worse, as they scrubbed and wrung out the garments, they realized there were NO MALE CLOTHES at all. Everything they touched was feminine: dresses, blouses, skirts. The sight of these clothes, and the thought that they weren't allowed to wear any clothes, only deepened their shame.

Washing clothes by hand proved difficult, too. Nandan found himself struggling with the heavier, more stubborn fabrics that refused to let go of the water, while Suresh, with his smaller hands, had trouble wringing out the clothes properly. Still, they labored on, having no other choice. Anushka bossed sternly over them.

Whenever she shifted slightly in her seat, Suresh or Nandan would immediately rush to her side, ensuring she didn't have to get up, even for a glass of water. They took turns serving her, attentive to every need, even as the chores piled up around them. Suresh applied the oil to her hair every half hour, ensuring her scalp was properly massaged, just as she had done for herself in the past. Not once did they let her lift a finger.

At one point, as Anushka observed their unwavering devotion, she couldn't help but laugh softly. "You do realize," she said with a smirk, "that I'm the reason you two are like this, right?"

Suresh looked up from where he was carefully folding a skirt, a small smile on his lips. "We know," he replied. "But we're still grateful for your help. We couldn't have made it through without you."

Nandan nodded in agreement. "Thank you for everything," he added earnestly.

Anushka softened at their words. She had initially planned to send them upstairs to hang the clothes without any clothes, even offering to give them moral support. But something in their gratitude made her reconsider. With a sigh, she gave them a rare reprieve. "Fine," she said, rolling her eyes, though a smile tugged at her lips. "You can wear regular clothes today while hanging the clothes on the terrace."

The boys' faces lit up, and they rushed forward, fell at her feet and kissed them gratefully. It was a small victory for them, but one they cherished deeply. After they finished hanging the clothes, they dutifully stripped off, standing on the mat at the threshold of Suresh's house awaiting further instructions from Anushka.