Bonobo World 22 - We are Family

Series Disclaimer

In an alternate world where humans have more in common with the mild mannered, female lead Bonobos than with our brutish, male centered chimpanzee relatives, where women lead and men follow, where women rule and men support them, where the bond between a mother and her son is the glue that holds the world together, a young man grows into a useful, productive male, lead by the strong women in his life.

This is an ongoing series, dealing with femdom and male submission.

If you find the description enticing, it is recommended to start reading it at part one.

If not -- then not.

All characters are 18 or older and consenting adults.

After having picked Alex as her potential ward and getting to know him better, Tina makes a big decision for him.

As they leave the transport sphere, Alex pulls down his dress -- it is a bit ruffled, naturally Tina insisted on spending time on the way here making out -- and looks at his companion. She looks especially good tonight. She is always a beautiful, but today, in a sleek, tight black suit, her hair slick against her head, she's a model of strength, confidence, power. Alex loves in her so much.

He wears a new dress she got him. Short and tight, but unusually formal. Made of red velvet, closed to his neck in the front while baring his back down to his butt. It's definitely the most fancy piece of clothing he owns now. And as they approach her restaurant of choice, he understands why he is wearing it. It's a very fancy place, dinner jacket for women and formal dresses for men required. He's a bit nervous.

They have been going out for over two - almost three - moths now, since she picked him as hers. Of course there have been other sex partners, there is no such thing as monogamy this world; Tina picked a few men for herself -- and him, he remembers blushingly - since Bruno broke him in. But it's clear to everyone -- Tina claimed him for good and he is hers now.

She has never taken him to such a fancy place, such a formal date. There is no special occasion, either -- no birthday, not an anniversary, unless you count "three months". Of course he doesn't ask. She will let him know her thoughts if and when she believes he needs to know,

"Table for two for Harding."

The woman at the reception smiles and nods at Tina and calls for a man in shorts and frilly shirt to take them to their reserved table.

Tina pull up the chair for Alex and he smiles at her gratefully as he takes a seat, hiking up his dress and opening his legs under the table. Even if nobody sees it under there, he knows Tina likes it when he acts slutty in public, often teasing him with her feet under tables, testing if he sits the way she likes him to. Not today. While she seems focused on the menu, Alex only has eyes for her. The waiter brought him one too, but she will order for him, surly, as she usually does.

She looks so hot -- the suit jacket and tie, her hair slicked back. All in control. He feels extra boyish tonight - additionally to the dress, Tina made him wear light make up and ear rings. She really wants to show off with him, which made him feel warm and fuzzy all the way here. The fact that she thinks he is the right boy for that. She even pours him half a glass of wine and winks at him.

"Sandrine doesn't need to know."

The boy's mother strongly disapproves of him drinking, even though it's legal.

He takes a gulp, feeling like -- not not an adult, many adult men aren't allowed to drink. He feels naughty. Like doing something forbidden. But under the eyes of Ms. Tina, so it's OK. He almost coughs -- it is not sweet grape juice and he is not used to the taste at all, making his date grin.

"But take it easy on the grown up juice, boy. If I get you home drunk, you mother will get mad. And I don't want to ruin a special evening. Even though I'm quite sure you could calm her, couldn't you?"

She chuckles as Alex blushes and takes another gulp. The two women have grown very comfortable around each other -- the one thing they had in common to begin with -- using him - has grown into what seems like a genuine friendship from his point of view. Coloured by Tina's original admiration for the older woman, it is one that very much leans towards a mentor-protegee type of relationship, but a friendship, nonetheless. Alex is endlessly happy his mother and his crush - and so much more than that she is by now -- like each other. Of course it is highly unlikely that they would actively dislike one another -- the rules and habits of this female lead society are clear, easy to follow, logical - and conflicts that do arise are almost always easily solved by means of sexual negotiations. Still -- they could be formal and respectful at worst. But the two most important women in his life are friends. Soulmates, maybe even, Alex has no way of comprehending a concept as deep and meaningful with his stunted male emotional range.

Dinner arrives -- steak and potatoes for her, a large salad for him -- in that Tina agrees with Alex's mother unconditionally -- to preserve his boyish slender figure.

The evening is perfect -- Tina is her usual eloquent self, leading the conservation, impressing Alex time and again with how smart and knowledgable she is. He honestly cannot always follow her - she's just too smart for him sometimes, but he just looks at her, swooning, most of the time and listens, which is fine. It is a man's job to be seen, not heard on an perfect date. And he actually manages to make Tina laugh with two or three jokes of his own -- he loves her sparkling laughter. The food is delicious -- a fancy place like this even makes the simple salad a delight. Tina feeds him a piece of her steak in the middle of the meal and laughs as the juice runs down his chin -- then bends over the table, licking it off. And another half glass of wine seriously loosens Alex's lingering sensation of how this evening is... kinda strange.

Only getting stranger, as the whole point of him eating salad is thwarted by Tina ordering two large desserts: thick, heavy chocolate mousse, with cream -- and a taste of alcohol, too.

"To celebrate the day!"

Tina winks at Alex, who, with a full spoon of gooey chocolate cream in his mouth, looks at her questioningly.

"Enjoy your dessert, we'll talk afterwards!"

He does. Even though the butterflies in his stomach are taking off and making it hard to swallow. It can't be bad news she wants to talk about or she wouldn't celebrate, and yet -- or especially... He's nervous; more nervous than he an ever remembers.

Then the waiter takes away the empty bowls -- not the male waiter who served them all evening, but a female one - the Maitress d'. She and Tina share a nod and a smile. And at long last, Tina takes out her handheld device. It couples with Alex's ID implant, as usual, but today it is opened on a document he has never seen before. He reads it as she hands the him the device and his eyes widen. He stares at her open mouthed.

"Your mother already signed, obviously, which means -- technically, we don't really need your agreement. But this being the last objection you could make - hypotactically -- against my decisions. I want you to agree."

"Are you asking me...?"

He stumbles over the word, stammering.

"Will you accept me a your custodian, Alexander Jordan?"

He gulps. As if she needed to ask that. He has been willing to accept submission to her, fully, on the first day Tina picked him in that classroom. Definitely when she took him home and broke him in for herself.

"I... love you, Ms Tina!"

She chuckles.

"I know. But try to calm down, you men are always so emotional about his. It's just a legal formality. A business deal, if you will."

He nods, blushing. He loves her for keeping such a cool head.

"And 'I love you' doesn't count as agreement."

Alex shakes his head.

"Of course. Sure, I do. I mean..."

He presses his thumb on the marked field on Tina's screen.

"I accept you as my custodian, Christina Harding,"

The device in his hand beeps and his implanted ID chip softly buzzes a notification of displaying a changed status for him. Tina is now his custodian, fully and wholly in charge of his life, second only to his mother as his legal guardian. He would never have disobeyed her, but now - it would now have very different consequences.

He grins sheepishly. Calling her by her full name instead of Ms. Tina feels -- absolutely weird. So formal a way, the act of submitting to the love of his life. She chuckles. He hopes that means he never has to call her that again!

Humming a fanfare, the Maitress d' brings in two glasses of bubbly drinks -- Champagne, Alex guesses, with sparklers in them. The whole restaurant bursts out in applause. It seems like everyone was in on it. But probably just the staff, everyone else can just easily guess. A man, a woman, a confession of love and a business contract. It's how this works.

And the way this is sealed is...

Tina lets him nip from his glass, then pulls him up, around the table and between her legs she has spread towards the other guests.

This is one of the most important deals in the life of a man. There is only one way to seal it. Alex's heart races as he goes down on his knees. It is any woman's privilege to demand this from him and every man's duty and honour to comply. But for the first time, Tina officially has legal proxy. He is hers. Fully and wholly. Irreversible.

At last!

To the Ooh's ans Aah's of the watching guests - female mostly -- Alex can only imagine how he would quietly blush if this scene took place with him as a spectator - he pulls down her elegant pants and kisses Tina's engorged clitoris as she ruffles his hair.

"My good little boy."

Her boy. For real, this time.

Alex hears an "On the house." from the Maitress d'. Whatever Tina got as a celebration of the moment, she seems to enjoy it.

"Not as much as she enjoys you," he praises himself, internally intimately reprimanding himself for the burst of petty male pride. To repent for it, he enhances his efforts on her clit.

"Congratulation -- he seems a very eager and diligent boy."

"Wouldn't have picked him if he wasn't. And he's pretty, too, isn't he?"

The Maitress D' chuckles.

"Quite cute. If you're into the small, lean type. You're sure making the best of him, he looks sexy. I'm glad our establishment still has a strict 'only men in dresses' policy. Don't get many men dressing properly masculine any more. Pants may be practical but male bodies are made for a fancy packaging."

He feels a hand push up his dress.

"Mhm. Nice firm butt. A bit small, for my taste. And... Oh..."

The Maitress d' chuckles.

"Talking about small..."

Tina laughs and Alex is glad he is busy down here and can hide his blushing face.

"Just the way I like it. He doesn't get ideas above his station with a dicklet like that and can focus on his true talents."

"Sure looks talented. Well, I'll leave you and your boy to it, Ma'am. No need to rush, your meal may be done, but we're always a safe haven for a woman using a man!"

The boy in question hears her walk away. Glad to be able to focus on the task ahead without being talked about. Of course he knows he is being watched. By every pair of eyes in the restaurant, but he doesn't care, of course. No true male would, doing his holiest duty.

He also hears the clatter of silverware on plates, anyway - the sight of a custodianship ceremony was rare and interesting enough to grab attention - while his current activity, a man servicing a superior woman in pubic is a pretty common sight, so obviously many guests eventually shift their attention back to their meals, a fancy dinner the more momentous occasion than watching a fully submitted male.

With his ass still bared and his hard dick up - he wasn't told to cover himself after the Maitress d' inspected him, so he doesn't -- Alex continues his submission ritual, kissing the swollen clit, licking the pulsating lips and penetrating the sweet juicy grotto with his tongue, until Tina's sighs become moans, and her moans a scream of orgasmic pleasure, that does get the attention of the other guests once more.

His dress catches on his upward pointing dick as he stands up and Tina giggles and bends the dick down till the fabric glides down over it covering it with a very small pitched tent. She kisses him, licking her own juices off of his lips.

"I love you, Ms. Tina!", the boy repeats, making his custodian smile warmly.

"I know, my little rabbit."

With a slap on his ass, they leave the restaurant, arm in arm, her hand on his butt. He leans his head against her shoulder, happier than ever in his life.

"Let's get my boy home. Your mother must be eagerly awaiting our arrival to complete our agreement."

The two spend the few minutes on her trip home in the transport Sphere kissing, making out. Tina is surprisingly active, letting her hands wander all over her new ward's body, rubbing his little, hard dick under his dress. His heart beats faster and he feels the blood pulsate in it as her hand massages it. She's in a celebratory mood, rewarding him, making him hers. It is a privilege he rarely experiences, being lifted from servicing boy toy to an object of her full attention and care. Might also be the alcohol, she has had a few to celebrate, Whatever it may be, he enjoys it as long as it lasts. He is well aware of what probably expects him at home, has read up on the customs and habits of a custodianship ceremony, hoping and longing for this day with a burning heart and an aching dick.

So he is not surprised then they enter the Penthouse apartment and are received by the whole group of female family members, all in various states of undress. A custodian ceremony is not just for the women and the man involved after all. Automatically, Tina became a core member of the family group - only now does Alex fully realise that means she will move in. And when a core group of a family unit includes a male, he's a key element in all social bonding, relevant in creating a hierarchy and used in all conflict regulations, making his custodian an automatic high ranking member of the group -- number two, technically, a position so far informally held by Melissa as his mother's oldest friend in the case of this group. A bonding ceremony with all females is absolutely crucial. The women are gathered in the kitchen and the living area, half emptied glasses standing everywhere, snack bowls, too. Apparently they were having a little warm up party themselves. Everyone but Alex must have been very aware of the significance of tonight for a while.

Sandrine welcomes them, smiling. Both Alex's and Tina's expression must speak volumes -- no questions needed if everything went as planned. The older woman hugs the younger one lovingly.

"Welcome to the family, Tina. Officially! I am really glad!"

Tina nods happily after returning the hug.

"Thank you Sandy. I'm really looking forward to this. Maybe even more to living with all you great ladies than to using my new ward."

She pats Alex's head, making the women chuckle, moving on to them to receive their congratulations. She comes first, of course. This is her day primarily, Alex is just as means to an end to make her happy.

His mother looks down on him. She's wearing her favourite black silk dressing gown, half open, letting her breasts almost pop out. She hugs him, then presses him against her chest, making him feel at home. Safe. It's been an exiting evening, his mother's touch and smell feel relaxing and exciting at the same time.

"I'm so proud of you, little Lexi. You got picked by such a great woman and bought her to the family. It's the biggest contribution a man could possibly make!"

He blushes and she smiles warmly before kissing him, opening her lips and letting her tongue explore her son's mouth. With a gentle pat on the ass, she sends him on.

One after the other, Tina receives the blessing and welcome of her new family members -- hugs, passionate kisses, laughter. Shared jokes -- Tina has easily become friendly with all the women, they have shared inside jokes, common interests. In some ways, female ways, she is more a part of this family than Alex as a mere male may ever be.

Alex follows suit, one step behind his custodian, to receive his congratulations.

Melissa's, first, most respected woman of the group after Sandrine, giving the new number two in the hierarchy her blessing and then warmly kissing her best friend's son. She is the only one still more or less fully dressed - a comfortable pair of pants and a white business casual blouse. Of course she has used Alex well, like all women present, but somehow he has the least emotional connection to her She has always been around, his mother's best friend since before he was born, a woman of respect. When the time came and he became an adult and started to service her, he always treated her with demure compliance and servitude and she treated him kindly.

Katie next, wearing her white sheer nightgown, like on his 18th birthday. She knows what it does to him and always wears it when she thinks he deserves a reward. Hugging him, her small breasts pressing against his chest, he smells her scent. He can recognise all the women by scent - hers is fresh, vitalising. Arousing.

Alex almost feels a pang of guilt. Mixed with -- a feeling of loss? He doesn't really know how to identify it. Since Katie became part of their family group -- the latest one, they had a special connection. Being closest to him in age among the women, he felt near to her and she related him more like a friend and less than the superior that she is than any other of the women. Not to the extend where he was ever considered her equal, of course, but still. She has been the woman closest to him, other than his mother, until Tina came along. He knows he would feel jealous in Katie's shoes. It's that male pettiness. Small minded ego. Women are different, Katie is genuinely happy -- being close to Alex in age also means she is close to Tina, of course. So instead of losing a male 'friend' -- as much as men and women could ever ben friends, she gained a female one. Which is a lot better, and more meaningful, Alex is well aware. She smiles at him and kisses him with her fruity lip gloss.

"Such a lucky little boy!"

She pinches his cheek, teasing him. She loves treating him like baby, despite - or because of - hardly being older.

Ixchel strokes his cheek.

"The little mouse has found a cat and the mother goose can give her blessing to the cat being a guardian!"

Alex always feels weird when she does things like that. Her dark eyes are almost hypnotic, and her whole demeanour can be quite enigmatic when she wants to be. His arousal when servicing her and his fascination with her always mixes with a little bit of intimidation by her sometimes eccentric ways. She is the only woman already fully naked revealing her rounded figure and olive toned skin, as she leans forward to give Alex a peck. She is less sexual and demanding than the other women, but somehow no less arousing in her confidence and connection to her femininity.

"All the best in your new life, little mouse!"

And speaking of intimidating, Sasha, dressed in tight gray practical underwear, last in line, grabs his wrist, after sharing a passionate kiss with Tina, and pulls him into a bear hug. He feels her muscles bulge and his breath falter in her her strong arms, as he usually does. She could break his ribs, she is well aware of her strength. And his weakness.

"Well, well, who'd have thought our little boy would find such a great woman to care for him. You're such a lucky guy. Mostly underserved. You know that, right?"

She grins at him. Alex is never really sure when she teases him - she loves to put him down a peg - and he knows she is truly right, but she also likes to laugh. At him and with him. He usually just grins sheepishly -- as he does now - and nods.

"Yes, Ms. Sasha."

She smirks and pulls him towards her again, kisses him demandingly, her hands firmly on his ass, squeezing it hard. He'll most likely have bruises there tomorrow. Again.

Tina smiles at him, pulls him in close her and wordlessly kisses him again, his boner, small but persistent, throbbing hard after all the women's attention on him, rubbing through his dress against her. After what seems like hours to Alex, probably just minutes, she lets go and looks over to Sandrine.

"Shall we?"

Alex's mother nods and looks at him.

"You remember your lessons - the transfer of a part of my maternal power habitually demands you to fuck the pussy you came from and the new pussy in your life, don't you? Lexi!"

He nods. He remembers everything he was taught on it.

"You'll have to satisfy us both with your dick. You think you can handle that?"

Alex's eyes widen, he gulps. He doesn't remember that... then he hears Tina laugh and his mother grins.

"Oh, come on Sandy, that's just mean. He couldn't make one woman come Just with his dicklet, let alone us both!"

His mother nods, pinching his cheek.

"OK, OK, I'm just teasing you, son. You will have to put it into both of us, but you don't have last long, let alone to give us orgasms. Not with our dicklet, at least. It's just a formality!"

Alex sighs relieved. He knows is dick is not made for pleasing women. Using it to penetrate one is always a weird mix of a rush of pleasure and a felling of guilt about his inadequacies.

Tina and his mother both take on of Alex's wrists and pull him into Sandrine's bedroom, the other women following suite, happily chatting, chuckling.

Alex dress lands on the floor immediately when in his mother's room, his dick stands up erect, pulsating. Tiny but swollen, looking ready to burst. Getting an erection is never a problem for the boy, even though due to its size it is so often welcomed by giggles. Keeping it, on the other hand... He already feels his balls painfully throbbing and ready to burst. He has learned to control himself quite well during most of his serving activates -- they rarely include physical stimulation for him anyway. And even if he shoots prematurely once in a while, he can continue them without interruption, without needing his dick. Today though... He so seldomly gets the occasion to enter his dick into a woman's pussy, so when he does... excitement usually takes over very quickly. He is nervous to perform today, but his mother and Tina smile at him encouragingly. Of course they know his limitations better than anyone, so he has confidence he will be able to deliver what is expected from him.

Both the sovereigns of his life climb on his mother's bed, undress, and pull their naked ward toward them.

His mother spreads her fleshy thighs, her juicy, pink folds, surrounded by her wild bush opens invitingly. An overwhelming love for his mother rolls over he boy, mixed with a lust he feels for no other woman, not even Tina. His desire and emotions for his new custodian are as intense, often more so, but different - the love for his mother is unique. He kisses her breasts, gently but hungrily, then pushes upwards, his small glans parting her puffy lips as he enters her to the full amount of his 12.5 centimetres. She smiles up had him, grabs his head and pulls him towards her for a slow, passionate kiss. Alex feels strong hands firmly on his ass, pushing him in -- Tina's, clearly. He sighs and moans and he enters his mother's grotto as deep as his little pecker can, remains inside, then is allowed to move back by Ms. Tina's strict hands. He tries to go slow, as he feels his loins burn and his balls contract already. He wants to go fast, his whole body, particularly the parts between his thighs demands to pump her hard and fast, but he has to bring up all his self control already to not finish it in this moderate speed.

After a few pushes, not even a minute in, he winces, groans.

"Please... I..."

Tina pats his head and holds his butt.

"Shh... OK, I know. You can do it, you're a big, adult boy. You can control yourself!"

Tins giggles into his ear and she allows him to rest inside his mother, still, unmoving. Her strong pelvic muscles stop contracting, both women allow his cock to recover, Tina whispering into his ear, his mother smiling up warmly. Eventually, he can slide out without danger of an accident. Tina kisses his lips.

"Good boy!"

She lies down next to Sandrine, opening her thighs, her lips are brighter, less plump, her pubic hair lighter and more orderly, neatly trimmed. No less exiting for poor Alex. His balls contract again, as he is pulled forward, kisses his custodian's smaller breasts, like he did his mother's, while his dick rubs against her lips. This is a first. Given how stamina has never been and never will be his speciality, he never got to enter more than one in a day.

Another wave of emotion crushes over him. His love for Tina, burning just as hot as the love to his mother, though different, makes him feel dizzy, woozy as he enters her. The young tight pussy grips his small dick like a firm fist and he has no strength or will to hold back any more. He rams it into her, fast. Grunts for three short strokes, then squeals like a pig as his balls contract, his body stiffens and he shoots his load into his beloved custodian's pussy. He sees his sweat dripping onto her before he collapses with a sigh on her body, his head resting on her small breasts.

He feels hands stroking his body, whispers of "Good boy". He is tired. Exhausted. A little sad, like he usually is after orgasming. He watches women come and come again, for hours on end. Female bodies are so much better constructed than male ones.

He is rolled onto his back -- and opens his eyes wide as he feels soft lips and tongues on his flaccid penis. More than one pair. He looks down and sees both his mother and Tina lick off the juices of his shrivelled dicklet. He almost forgot. Obviously this is not for his enjoyment, the shared consumption of each other's juices from the ward's dick is an integral part of the ritual of transference of power from a guardian to a custodian. It is not for his pleasure, but the feeling of having his dick caressed this way is SO rare -- a once a year occasion, at best, that he closes his eyes, sighing. To the amusement of the still watching women of the family group. He remains flaccid, all sexual power drained from his dicklet for the time being.

When done, the two women move up next to his side.

"Well then Alex - how does it feel to have a new legal custodian controlling your life?", his mother softly asks.

"I... I'm happier than ever in my life. I love you two."

The two women giggle.

"Men. Always so emotional."

Then kiss him.

"Alright then!"

Alex flinches as his Mom grips his penis and squeezes it playfully.

"You've had your fun, but obviously that short little romp didn't do much for your custodian. Or me."

Alex nods, blushing.

He feels worn out, but the two women haven't even broken into sweat, their hair isn't messed up one bit. That's exactly why female sexuality and orgasms are so much more valuable and valid and important. Males are just so pathetically pointless.

"I'm sorry..."

"No need to apologise, nobody expected more from you, Lex."

Tina giggles.

"Or from any man, really. Which is why the real fun part of the ceremony begins after the man has finished."

Alex nods. Of course he knows. His involvement in the ritual of his claiming is over. He has been initiated and broken in, handed over from mother to new custodian, consented to being claimed by shooting his load into Tina.

Now it is time for the women of the family to formally introduce the new member to the group. Which will take a lot longer. Will be a deep and spiritual experience. In which there is no place in for a man.

"Get us something to drink and some snacks, little man", Melissa orders as she and the other women join Sandrine and Tina on the big bed. Alex does, hurriedly walking to the kitchen, his limp dick dangling between his legs. Several bottles of water and various leftover snacks from the women's evening waiting for Tina and him he carries to the bedroom. As he arrives, the women have already begun. All naked now, they kiss and caress each others' bodies, centred around the new member and the matriarch.

Tina is kissing Sandrine, moaning as Sasha's strong hand has already found its way between her thighs, massaging her, Ixchel and Katie lick the teen's breasts, and Melissa kisses her neck, one hand on her spine, gently stroking it down to Tina's firm ass.

Alex's small dick does not get hard again, but he feels the sexual energy in the room make his balls throb. This is So much more beautiful and sexual than anything he could ever hope for -- any man could ever hope. He is filled with mixed feeling of inadequacies -- his dick and balls, his hormones, his whole male being will forever prevent him from experiencing anything this fulfilling -- and gratitude. Despite having This, women still bother to keep men around. They will never be equal, never be able to achieve this type of meaningful relationship. Alex is glad, happy, contend to be allowed to service the gender naturally and rightfully in charge as best as he can, little as it may be.

He turns his head, modestly averting his eyes from a kind of sexual act and ritual men are not meant to understand and takes the place males belong to while women enjoy the pleasure of femininity - at the foot of the bed. He just catches a glimpse his mother in the centre of the group of women - the matriarch receiving her tributes, the newest member buried deep between her thighs, the rest of the women caressing her whole body -- before he goes down on his knees, eyes cast down, waiting for orders.

He'll spend most of the night there, the sounds of pleasure and orgasms eventually making and keeping his tiny dick hard again. He does not sleep this special night, his thoughts never wander, either, though. He is too honoured and overwhelmed to be in the presence of such superior feminity.

When morning comes and the women rest, one big heap of femininity on his mother's bed, he is allowed to retreat to his room, where with a tiny boner and images of feminine beauty and sexuality floating in his mind, he falls into a restless sleep.