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I've heard that chickens need to establish a pecking order, but once they do, there is a sort of social harmony.
Now that Carli, Amelia and I had established a pecking order, Carli felt more secure and was spending a lot of time around the apartment.
So the next few weeks were surprisingly pleasant.
She started patting my head and calling me a good boy, and the craziest thing was that I actually liked it. It wasn't as nice as when Amelia did it, but despite my efforts to suppress it, I still felt a warm glow of approval.
One afternoon we were eating dinner together and I said something that made Amelia laugh. I don't think I offended Carli, but she didn't like Amelia laughing too much at my jokes.
So she simply grabbed my collar off the kitchen counter and snapped it shut on my neck. Then she sat down quietly.
Amelia giggled and made a face at me that said, "Watch out, mom must be in a bad mood!"
Of course I knew the rule: no talking when the collar is on. So I stopped talking.
Carli had turned me into a pet.
"Amelia, do pets wear clothing?" Carli asked innocently after swallowing a bite of dinner.
Oops. I forgot that one.
I stood up and undressed, folding my clothes on the ground before returning to my place at the table.
"And Amelia, do you allow pets on the furniture?"
Amelia gave me a sympathetic look before speaking, "No, of course not baby."
Carli nodded and then quietly set my plate down on the floor.
I tried to take this in my stride but I must have looked a little crestfallen when I knelt down and began eating off the plate on the ground.
Everyone was quiet for a few moments as we continued our meal.
"Do you... want me to buy him a doggie bowl?" Amelia broke the silence to ask tentatively.
There was a change in her tone. At first the situation had seemed funny, now it was leaning towards erotic.
Carli leaned back on her chair as if to consider the situation. She lifted her bare foot in the air and then ran it across my back before setting it down and using me like a footstool.
"I think so. I think he should be wearing the collar every time we eat."
I froze as the girls decided my fate above me.
"Okay. Yes. I'll get the bowl then... Mommy."
Carli grinned. "And while you're shopping, maybe you could get him a stuffed toy. That way he could take care of those icky needs of his without you needing to help."
I waited for Amelia's reaction.
"You want me to buy him a stuffie so he can hump it?"
"Yeah, you can just throw it on the ground anytime you unlock him. He can clean it up himself afterwards too."
"Like, in the laundry machine?" Amelia was egging her on.
"Dogs don't use laundry machines silly. He can clean it up the same way you make him clean it up now."
So Amelia had told her then. She must know everything.
Amelia's breathing was deep and ragged.
"Okay mommy," she whispered.
"Good. Now why don't you go to your room and take off your clothes and wait for me there." Carli said in an imperious voice.
"Yes, Mommy," Amelia's voice quivered and I heard her rapid steps as she scampered across the floor.
Still frozen I saw Carli's shadow as she bent over to whisper directly in my ear.
"I want you to nod if you know that you're my bitch."
I nodded.
"Good boy," she said.
It wasn't until she patted my head that I realized how claustrophobic my cage had become.
I stayed there, uninterested in my food, as the ladies of the house took turns taking care of one another. At one point I heard the sound of skin rhythmically slapping on skin, and then Amelia's broken cries.
I resisted the urge to play with my balls. Dogs don't touch themselves.
When Amelia emerged it seemed that their alone time had taken the edge off.
They were both giggly and playful, while I was still painfully horny.
Carli had borrowed one of Amelia's white t-shirts (Pantera).
Her long, shapely legs were exposed beneath the shirt and I realized she was wearing a strap on dildo.
"Come here pet, it's time for dessert" she said, pointing at the pink phallus that wobbled grotesquely between her legs.
I crawled over to them, eliciting a full-throated laugh from Amelia who was still in the doorway wrapped in her bedsheet.
For the girls, this was just playtime with the dog, but I was deadly serious about getting my treat.
"Good boy," Carli said. "Sit."
I sat on my haunches.
"Shake a paw."
I raised a paw off the ground and imitated a dog hitting her hand.
"Turn. Roll over. Good. Now suck Mommy's cock."
I opened up my mouth and she thrust the dildo between my lips.
I wanted to lick it, to savor Amelia's taste, but Carli was set on fucking my mouth instead.
The girls laughed as Carli put both hands on either side of my face and controlled me roughly.
She kept going until I gagged and my eyes started to water.
Finally she seemed satisfied.
"You know," she said at last, "I came just from fucking Amelia with this strap-on. I'm starting to realize that the more orgasms I have while you're trapped in that cage, the hotter it is that you can't cum without a woman's permission."
She stopped to wipe my own saliva off of the dildo and onto my cheek.
"Oh by the way, Amelia gave me your spare key. Just in case."
And she dangled the key in front of me.
***
While this setup might sound ideal, like everyone was getting exactly what they wanted, I couldn't stop thinking about what Amelia had said.
She would never be my boyfriend.
My dick was too small.
I would never fuck her.
And the old part of me, the part that still managed to wake up before my alarm, to push for a raise from my boss, that part of me wanted to do better.
In those moments when I was running on the treadmill or fresh out of a cold shower, my clear mind told me there were other options.
And one thing in particular reinforced this idea...
There was a cute new Asian girl at work.
Mira was petite - just under my height, and smelled like french vanilla.
I wanted to eat her up.
And surprisingly she seemed to like me.
We both came early to meetings and joked while we waited for the latecomers to join.
And one day she asked me out for a drink after work.
It was a spontaneous thing, and out of loyalty to Amelia, I would never have done it if she hadn't phrased it so casually. But Amelia's words kept coming back to me "I'll never be your boyfriend."
I didn't owe Amelia anything.
So we went out for drinks. And although we never kissed, things got a little sloppy. She was leaning her head on my shoulder, and holding onto my arm and... well it all felt very good. Except for the crippling tightness in my groin every time she touched me.
We split a cab home and I dropped her off at her place. After just three drinks she was in no condition to take things further.
Amelia had stayed up waiting for me and when I explained that I had gone out for drinks with a colleague she inquired just a little further.
"Girl or boy?"
"Girl" I said, watching her face.
"That's nice," she replied in a chipper voice, but I swear there was a flash of disappointment on her face.
And honestly that felt really good too. If Amelia was jealous then so much the better.
It was maybe the only ounce of power I had ever held over her.
The next morning Mira messaged me. She suggested we go out for dinner and then hinted that we could end the night at her place. Since she had a car she offered to pick me up.
Now came the tough part. I needed to ask for my key.
I put it off, waiting until the very morning of the date and then explained the situation to Amelia.
"So you want your key because you think you might get lucky?" Amelia asked.
She never minced words.
"Yeah. I guess. I'd just feel more confident knowing that if we're dancing or something she wouldn't bump into it."
"You wouldn't be comfortable explaining the situation to her?" Amelia clarified.
"Yes, exactly," I responded, hoping the conversation would end as quickly as possible.
"Well, I guess that's fair. I can't keep you from dating. How about this - right before you leave on the date, I'll unlock you. And then I'll be waiting at home for when you come back. Can you promise me you won't touch yourself in some bathroom while you're out?"
"Yes of course. Do you want to see my messages? She's a real girl I promise."
"Ha ha," Amelia laughed. "No that's fine. Just come knock when you're ready."
And so I left for dinner, uncaged, uncollared, unleashed.
I've got to say, the friction in my underwear alone was enough to give me trouble. And sure enough the second I stepped into Mira's car I had a raging boner.
It all calmed down over dinner. Mostly.
Mira was wearing a plunging neckline. Like Olympic high-dive level of plunging. Her chest was a little flat, so there wasn't really much chance of a wardrobe malfunction, but it still strained my willpower to keep myself from staring.
While we were eating, Mira actually brought it up.
"It's okay to look you know. I like when I catch you stealing a glance. I saw you checking out my ass at work once. It's why I asked you out in the first place."
I laughed, "Guilty as charged. You have a really nice body Mira."
And it was true. Of course, she wasn't Amelia. But maybe it was better to be a regular woman's boyfriend than a goddess's pet.
Mira had one glass of wine over dinner, and I made sure we strung dinner out because I wasn't going to get in the car with such a lightweight buzzed behind the wheel.
On the way to the car we couldn't keep our hands off one another.
We didn't even make it home before Mira decided we should pull over to make out.
So there we were, kissing like teenagers on a quiet suburban side street. I leaned across to the driver seat, and had my hand on her shoulder, but she pulled the hand down to her breast.
Oh my god. I was touching a boob. Through her dress mind you, but it was pretty thin fabric. I could feel the hardness of her nipple through the cotton.
Meanwhile my cock was impossibly erect, creating a hard to ignore tent in my jeans. And not like a tiny pop-up camping tent, more like a big-top circus tent.
Fuck I needed to get laid.
And in case you don't believe me, Mira noticed.
"Hmm, is someone getting hard?" she asked as we parted from kissing. "Fuck I want to see it."
And then, without asking, she undid my belt with a hungry look, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my boner. Just that first touch was enough to send me flying toward the edge.
Then she saw it.
"Oh." she said with a pause.
My pulse reverberated in my head and my mouth was dry. I felt overpowered by a vortex of so many different feelings. Desire. Nervousness. Shame. Arousal.
She had wanted more.
But if she was disappointed, it was fleeting.
"I can't wait until you're inside me," she whispered in my ear.
Convincing enough. Maybe I wouldn't be everything she wanted, but she still wanted me.
Then she reached down, with just two fingers, and stroked me up and down.
Even once was too much.
"Oh wait, stop" I said as I grabbed her hand and moved it away, hoping I was not too late.
But we both watched as my cock bobbed and twitched.
And bobbed and twitched.
I tried to think about other things. I must have clenched every muscle below my waist trying to hold it all back.
But my cum came out anyway.
Not in big manly spurts mind you, but in a slow, shameful dribble, running down my shaft and pooling in my underwear.
If Mira had been able to hide her disappointment before, she was unable to hide it now.
I registered a look on her face that can only be described as disgust.
"Maybe I should drop you off at home so you can get a change of clothes." She suggested when my aborted fireworks show finally ended.
"Sure." was the only syllable I could muster, and it seemed to match the moment.
***
When I walked in the door, Amelia was there to greet me.
I had planned on sneaking into my room and not telling her anything.
But the second I saw her I knew I needed her. And it felt like coming home to family after a bad day.
She was wearing a baggy white sweater, matching knee-high socks, and her hair in a ponytail. She looked like a mom. An impossibly sexy mom without pants.
"What happened my pet?"
Just seeing the look on my face was enough for her to run to the entranceway and meet me with a hug.
She guided me back to the couch and insisted I tell her everything right there and then.
So I gave her the preamble, explaining how I had been very horny, and found it difficult to deal with all of the sensations of being outside of the cage. And then when Mira and I had been making out - I had cum in my pants.
"Wait, so she didn't even touch you?"
"No she did. She opened up my pants to play with me and..."
"Did she say anything when she saw your... erection?"
I gulped.
"No. But..."
"It's okay, you can say it sweetie."
"She looked disappointed."
Amelia's shoulders dropped. It was the gesture someone would make when they're relieved, but it seemed so out of place.
"And then she touched you?"
"Yeah. It's just... when you milked me, you know how you used your whole hand?"
"Yeah of course."
"Well she just used two fingers. Sort of like this." I mimed the symbol you might make if you were a cook adding a pinch of garlic. "It was... humiliating."
I buried my face in my hands as I spoke.
"I thought you kind of liked being humiliated? You know, just trying to find some silver lining here."
"I guess, my body reacts to it. But I don't think I actually like it."
"That's totally fair. Okay, so she touches you like that, and then after just a couple minutes you explode?"
"It wasn't a couple minutes."
Amelia bit her lip.
"It was just a single stroke."
"Fuck" Amelia whispered. It reminded me of the way Amelia would curse when Carli touched her. Like she was incredibly turned on by my retelling of the evening, but I knew she was just expressing empathy.
"And then she drove me home."
"Oh my poor little boy," Amelia said and she drew me close for another hug.
"You're hard again, aren't you?" she asked.
"I'm sorry."
"Is it because telling me this is humiliating?"
"I guess." I mumbled.
"Don't be ashamed," she rested her hand on my knee. "Your body knows what it wants."
I was silent while I parsed her words.
"Well, it's time to fix this," and she lightly tapped my groin with her finger. "But first, let me put this on," she reached for the baby blue dog collar. "I think it will help you to relax if you're in puppy mode. No need to worry about human concerns."
I opened my mouth to object but as soon as I heard the clasp shut instinct took over and I let the words dry up on my tongue.
"Here, stand up," Amelia smiled.
She remained seated on the couch and began unbuckling my pants as Mira had done only minutes ago.
"This is all my fault," she said as she opened my fly. "I never should have let you out of your cage. But I'll take better care of you from now on."
It wasn't the conclusion I had drawn from the story, but I see how she might have.
"Wow, you are a mess."
She gathered up the white paste that was smeared on the inside of my underwear and held her hand up to my mouth.
I was emotional. I didn't want to play sex games. And so I turned my mouth away.
"Don't be a silly boy. You've eaten this many times before. Just lick my hand."
I grimaced, but didn't move.
"Hurry up, before master gets angry."
I opened my mouth and she slipped her fingers in, leaving my cum on my tongue.
And for the first time it tasted... good?
It tasted comforting. It tasted like the times Amelia had milked me, or let me hump her leg. It tasted like warm memories of her.
She put her hand back in my underwear, retrieving whatever hadn't soaked into my clothing.
This time I swallowed it quickly. And licked the remnants off her fingers.
"Good boy," she smiled. "I think I know just the cure you need. Step out of your pants. All the way. And take off your shirt too."
It felt cold in the room but I reluctantly obeyed.
"Now on your knees. Here, you can kneel on this pillow so it's not so hard. Good. Now what I think would really help is if you were able to fuck Mira. It's the best way to get over a girl. But since that's not quite an option, we're going to pretend."
She stood there facing me and stepped closer so that my cock lined up with the center of her legs.
"Here, hold me for support," she said and I placed my arms around her waist.
Then she closed her legs together so that the cool, smooth skin of her thighs just above her knee-high socks smothered my cock.
"Go ahead, fuck my legs. Pretend It's Mira if you like."
I slowly pushed forward, moaning as my cock penetrated the space between her thighs.
"Good boy. Keep going."
I pulled in and out, clinging to her waist with my face pressed against her chest.
Amelia looked down on me and smiled maternally.
Then she lifted up her big baggy shirt and dropped it down again so I was inside it. Sharing it with her.
And I finally saw Amelia's breasts.
They were gorgeous. Firm but wobbly. Round but jutting. Smooth but textured by the finest goosebumps.
Her stiff nipples called out to me but as desperately as I wanted to suckle, I somehow knew they were not for me.
I was not worthy.
Amelia flexed her thighs together, bringing me out of my reverie and beckoning me to continue.
I pumped into her again.
It felt even better than Mira's hand.
Better than anything I had ever felt before.
Everything I was touching was so soft and squishy and my nostrils filled with Amelia's perfume and... I realized I was already building to a second orgasm.
I stopped moving suddenly. It would be humiliating to come prematurely a second time in the same night, now with a different woman.
"You don't have to worry pet. I want you to lose control," she said. "Keep going. You know I like you this way."
And so I continued pumping in and out of her thighs. She ran her fingers through my hair and cooed at me.
And then I came.
I thrust myself as deeply as I could go, and although I imagined the head of my cock emerging on the other side of her legs, strafing the floor of the room with bursts of white hot spray - the truth is that I remained well inside the confines of her thighs as I finished.
She held me in place through the most glorious orgasm of my life. I probably would have fallen backwards otherwise.
The contractions in my shaft subsided, and still she held me tight. I felt almost ready to fall asleep in her arms.
At last she stepped back and parted her legs revealing a white, sticky lattice between them.
"I think you're going to enjoy cleaning up this mess," she teased.
She lifted her skirt for me to see the full extent of my orgasm, but what I really noticed were her panties. I was shocked by how wet they were. I'd never gotten to this stage with a woman, but it didn't seem like someone who was merely doing me a sexual favor would be so aroused.
Through the dampness I could see the outline of her vulva, and I had to stop myself from burying my face in her warmth.
I leaned forward instinctively and began licking her flesh.
Every so often she would gather semen up with her finger and slip it on my tongue as I worked.
And as she fed me my own cum, she spoke to me in sultry whispers,
"I know I ruined you by turning you into a premature ejaculator. And I'm sorry for that. But it turns me on so much to know that I did this to you. I want you to be so badly broken that no woman would ever want your tiny little pee pee again. It's mine. All mine."
And somehow. With my mouth full of my warm, comforting goo. I didn't mind. I wanted to be ruined for her.
I felt like a marshmallow slowly dissolving in warm cocoa.
When my ejaculate had been cleaned from her pure white legs she allowed me to keep licking, and so I continued higher and higher and she responded by moaning, encouraging me further.
But the idea of me dictating our playtime didn't sit well with her.
"Lie down," she instructed suddenly as if an idea had consumed her.
I quickly lay down on the floor, looking back up at her.
She stepped out of her panties and then placed her feet on either side of my head.
For the first time I saw her smooth, sopping wet pussy. It was at least as glorious as her breasts and I wanted it just as much. But I barely had time to take in her perfect pink folds before she descended and brought them to my mouth.
I had read that girls like to be warmed up slowly, buy Amelia was in no mood for foreplay. I tried to lick her, to search for her clitoris as I thought you were supposed to do, but Amelia had other plans. She simply rode my face, smearing her sex across my tongue, my lips, my nose.
It was hot and wet between her legs, and I tasted her pussy fully, swallowing and savoring it. I wanted to drink from her, to be immersed in her taste which was so much stronger than the film licked from her sex toys.
She fucked my face with abandon and when I moved my hands to feel her legs she grabbed them by the wrist and pinned them well above me before continuing.
"You're mine, you're mine," she repeated in a haze.
"You've been a bad fucking boy, asking to get out of your cage and leaving your owner. But now you're all mine."
I'm pretty sure she started screaming at this point but to be honest she clenched her thighs around my ears and I lost the ability to hear anything.
I did feel her shaking, and as she was cumming she reached back with one hand, the other still holding my wrists in place, and squeezed my balls.
I writhed in pain and in pleasure, and the way she gripped my testicles and moved them with her body alerted me to the fact that I was erect for the third time this evening as my cock slapped against my own skin.
When the shaking stopped Amelia slipped off of my face and I stared adoringly at her crumpled body next to mine.
She looked back at me with fondness.
We lay there for a few minutes while her body slowly relaxed and I simply took in the beauty of her face.
Eventually she stood, but her legs were unsteady and so she sat down on the couch a few feet away. She smiled at her own lack of grace.
"Pet," she said.
I got up as if to join her side by side.
"No, stay." she said firmly. "You belong down there now."
I stopped moving and waited on my knees in front of her.
"Good boy."
She slowly caught her breath on the couch, basking in my adulation.
"Did you enjoy that?"
I nodded.
"Good. I liked it too." Her words were calm and slow, post-coital softness. "You look really cute, squirming, trapped between my legs. With your tiny little cock all straight and serious like it thinks it's a real grown up now after fucking a girl's thighs."
The words sound mean, but she said them in her sweetest baby talk and I couldn't bring myself to be upset.
"I think it suits you, licking pussy. It's your station in life. I'm glad I helped you find it."
She wiped the juice off my chin with her finger and offered it to me to suck on.
"I hope it gave you something to take your mind off what happened tonight."
It had. The date with Mira felt like a lifetime ago.
"But before you forget about it completely, I wanted to give you some advice. Now that I've settled down," she reached forward and absentmindedly ran her fingers through my hair.
"But maybe you haven't had enough to eat? Why don't you keep licking me while we chat."
She reclined on the couch and parted her legs in invitation.
"Just stay away from my clit for a few minutes until I'm ready."
I nodded and moved my face between her legs.
"Good boy, just like that."
Her lips were pink and puffy and she shuddered again when I licked them.
"So the advice I want to give for you is for the next time you go on a date. Eventually one of us will move, and this happy little time will end, and you'll find a more normal girl who likes you."
I stared back adoringly at her, waiting on her words as I pulled her lips gently into mine and sucked on them.
"When that happens you're going to face the same problem over and over again, so I want you to be prepared next time."
I nodded.
"Here's what you say. You tell her, 'Listen, I really want to be intimate with you, but I have some hangups about my size.'" Amelia enunciated each word slowly.
"That way she'll know what to expect when she sees your cock for the first time and she won't laugh when you pull it out. Then you tell her that you want your first time with her to be focused only on her pleasure. You got it?"
I nodded again.
"And as soon as she's okay with it, you're going to go down on her. And your job is to convince her that you love eating pussy so much that you don't actually care about regular sex. But you have to show her how much you want it - how grateful you are. How lucky you feel that she lets you lick her pussy. And that's actually how you should feel - that you don't deserve anything more than worshipping between her legs."
I nodded as I sucked gently on her labia, not needing to fake my gratitude at all for the present moment.
"And you've got to trust me on this - if you're good enough, and if she really believes that you don't need to cum, she'll overlook the fact that you have a tiny cock."
I moaned a little by accident when she said it.
"Good boy," she whispered again.
"What we're gonna work on it getting you to have hands free orgasms, just from going down on me. And if you can do that for your first girlfriend, she'll realize that you really do mean it, and that she never needs to feel guilty about ignoring your needs. That's how you're going to make her love having sex with you."
I won't lie, it hurt hearing these things. But I knew I needed the tough love, and I saw the wisdom in her advice.
"I know it might seem sad," she continued, "but I want you to give up the thought of ever getting a blowjob. No woman is ever going to suck on your cock, do you understand?"
I couldn't believe it, but I was rock hard after cumming twice. Rock hard and twitching.
"I think you should maybe expect to get one or two pity hand jobs every year from a partner. Don't whine and beg for them. Just wait and maybe you'll be lucky. And maybe she'll let you fuck her too. On your birthday or anniversary. You won't be able to last long, but if she loves how you go down on her whenever she so much as glances towards the floor, I think she'll probably do it."
I moaned again into her pussy, making tentative flicks of my tongue towards her clit. She nodded her approval and mewled softly when I did.
"Hmm that's nice."
She closed her eyes and I could see she was daydreaming as I pleasured her.
"Now don't bring this up right away, but maybe the second time she gives you a hand job, which should be after you've gone down on her many, many times, I think you should admit to her that you have a fetish for eating cum. If it's not true now, it will be by then."
I groaned as she made clear how much control she had over me and who I would become.
"She'll find it weird at first, but I think most women secretly like the idea of a man taking care of the mess. Pampering them so they don't have to think about anything unpleasant at all. And your best chance of actually fucking her is to show her how you're not a nuisance at all."
My brain slowly absorbed her instructions.
"Slower," she broke from her imaginary narrative to instruct me.
"Better. Much better," she mused as I entered into a rhythm that she liked. She squeezed my head between her legs again briefly to show her approval.
"Can you promise me, promise me you'll say it to your girlfriend?"
I stopped licking to briefly say, "I promise."
"I don't trust you to do it, Pet. You're saying it too easily because you think it's a game between us. I want you to picture your future wife." She paused to grab me by my hair and pull my head backwards, "Tell me what you'll say."
A dribble of her juices was running down my lips and I was cognizant of how pathetic I must have looked.
"I... I like eating my own cum. Would you mind if I lick it up when I finish?"
"Oh," Amelia suddenly acted surprised as she took on the role of my future wife. "So like, when I ride your face and you spurt all over yourself, do you want me to... feed it to you?"
"Yes." I nodded.
"And those times when you're lying face down while you're eating me out, and you jizz prematurely into the sheets - you actually want to lick it all up?"
"Yes," I shivered.
"In front of me? While I watch?"
"Yes."
She giggled in a made-up, high pitched voice that I had never heard from her.
"So like last year on your birthday, when I let you fuck me - were you fantasizing about slurping your jizz out of me when you finished?"
I nodded and she laughed leaning forward and kissing me on the forehead.
"Well I guess if it would make you happy I don't mind."
I bit my lip, unsure of what to say as she held my head with my neck craned backwards.
"Thank her," Amelia whispered like a stage manager prompting an actor who had forgotten their lines.
"Thank you darling."
"Thanks for what?" she returned to her slightly higher pitched, California voice.
"Thank you for letting me eat my cum," I replied almost under my breath.
"Fuck," she groaned and pressed my face back against her sex, out of character once more.
"You're going to make some woman, very, very happy my pet. But not until I decide to let you."
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