Chapter 22

The next day at work was a blur. I was still going over bits from the previous days contract, a few additional things being done and an opportunity came for us to insure their sales managers and repair engineers fleet of company vans and cars. So I had to jump onto it, run the numbers, speak to underwriters, send out policy reviews and the like. By the end of the day I was exhausted and went home early, having worked through lunch.

I needed a pick-me-up and decided on the drive home I’d do my run, it was a nice early evening and still about 20 degrees. As I stepped in the door Kylie came bounding out of her door, and I had to assume she had been waiting for me to get in from work.

“Hi Tony,” she said in an overly jolly tone. “I’m told you are now set to be naked anywhere on the property.” I nodded and was wondering if she was expecting me to strip off in front of her, but she went on, “So I’ve moved this from my spare room,” she pointed to a small wardrobe with 2 drawers underneath. “You can use this for your work clothes and some other stuff you wear on a regular basis. That way you wont have to carry everything up and down the stairs.”

I actually thanked her and opened the small wardrobe to check it out. I turned and looked at her to see she was stood hands on hips and waiting on me to strip off. So I sucked it up and took a new line on this life Leah had sent me on, removing my clothes and hanging them up, picking up my underpants and socks to place in the laundry later. Kylie smiled and said she’d see me later, closing her door to leave me alone and naked in the hallway, only for the front door to open and David stood there looking at me, a look of confusion on his face.

“Hi David,” I said sheepishly, “Don’t ask. Another Leah thing!” He just laughed, looked me up and down and made his way up to their flat, my following behind with my bag in one hand and underwear in the other.

“New cage?” David asked rhetorically.

I said it was, and it was a bit tighter than the last one. He just said, “Good luck.” David left me at my door as he went up another flight of stairs to his own flat. Leah was working at her desk, turning in her chair to greet me when I walked in.

“Argh, good.” She said, “Kylie caught you.” I nodded as I dropped my bag in the foyer. I told her about another bumper day and that I was going to do my run. As we talked she was fiddling with the key to my cage that hung around her neck, and I wasn’t sure if she was teasing or it was just an unconscious thing, but decided not to bring her attention to the fact I was very aware she was doing it.

“Don’t forget the water and your phone!”

I said I wouldn’t and grabbed my running gear, took a small bottled water from the fridge and did some stretching in the middle of the room, Leah watching me with a wicked smile on her face, the key now between her lips as she casually moved it about in her mouth.

“I should have instituted naked man rules in the flat the day we moved in!” I laughed and carried on my routine, not even bothered that my friend was watching me, not lustfully, but with a sense of empowerment. I put on my socks and running shoes, my shorts, underpants and my thin white T-shirt I hadn’t worn in ages as it was too tight for my liking. I said to Leah I’d see her soon and bring back dinner after the run, and she said she’d prefer Chinese if I was okay with that.

“Put the shirt on quickly for me please.” Leah asked. “I want to see if you can see the pen through it. I squeezed into it and looked down. I wasn’t sure it was overly clear, but it definitely was visible, and I guessed when wet it would be almost transparent. My hope though, was that I would be jogging and only be in view of people a few moments and then be gone. They would then maybe asking if they saw what they thought they saw, though most people were distracted by their phones these days and might not even see me.

“Okay, off again.” Leah said and I pulled the shirt off before making my way out, confirming Chinese was fine as I stepped out onto the landing. It felt weird as I made my way down the stairs naked, like a dream sequence where you go out the house naked and the world ignores you. I grabbed my keys and phone from my jacket pocket, and quickly finished dressing.

I started my run slow and gradually built up to my usual speed, the route down to the seafront incurring many stops for crossings, traffic and busy pavements. Once on the wide promenade along the seafront it was much flatter and easier, so I upped my pace a little and made my way towards the marina. I was sweating and the shirt was clinging to me, but the cage was in my head, the running motion causing it to rub a little, but on the plus side my dick always shrinks a little when I exercise, so wasn’t squished in.

When I arrived at the Marina I was really hot, the sun having been on my back the whole way and my pace really strong. I had to go into the supermarket to buy a large bottle of water, so found a cheap one and made my way to the self-service tills. I was making an effort to stoop and cover my chest with my arms. I was sweating and so the ink was quite visible already on the top half and my back. As I stood in the queue a woman came in line behind me, and I consciously made sure my front was not visible.

I was so busy about the woman behind me I missed an empty till, causing the attendant, an attractive woman of about 50 with trim figure, to call at me. As I looked up I could see she was looking directly at my chest, a big smile on her face as she pointed out the empty till. I shuffled past and quickly scanned my water but when I placed it in the bagging area it didn’t register, the digital voice repeatedly saying to place the item in the bagging area, the red light above this check-out flashing. The woman came over and apologised as she swiped her pass and typed in a code, her eyes darting to my chest and a big smile on her face.

I thanked her and paid quickly, dashing out of the shop as fast as I could and ran across the car park to an empty corner where no cars were parked. I put my phone into selfie video mode and pressed record, propping the phone on a low wall and stepping back, ensuring I was in view. I then proceeded to pour the entire bottle over my head, the liquid chugging out as the whole lot came out on top of my head. I was soaked and could see in the video my shirt was totally transparent, my shorts soaked and even my legs and the top of my socks were wet.

I then clipped the video down a little and posted to the group chat. Once done I began the run home, having to hold my phone as my shorts were so wet.  

Being a nice night, the promenade was really busy and my dripping wet body was getting a lot of attention. The ‘tattoos’ were totally visible and I was beginning to feel quite embarrassed. As I passed the end of the first mile back two lads on bikes, passed me and then started to laugh. As I continued they turned around and started to chase after me. One of them was calling at me.

“Hey mister,” The older one shouted, “You have a big willy on your belly. Is it ‘cos you’re gay?” I ignored him, but the lads kept throwing questions at me in an attempt to get to me. I sped up until my legs began to burn, but they kept up with me. I then realised I needed to do another update so, without stopping, began to take another selfie, but it was blurry. I went over to the barrier that separated the promenade form the beach and took a steady photo, my chest heaving and my shirt still mostly transparent. I posted to the group and set off again, but had to reduce the speed as I had tanked myself trying to outrun the kids on bikes who, thankfully, had got bored and ridden off. I ran past the pier and the shops, then into the town keeping my eyes forward, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. I checked the time and I snapped another selfie, this one showing me that the shirt was now drying faster than I could re-soak it in sweat. There was a message from Leah saying ‘Getting into the zone.’ And there were thumbs up and heart emoji’s next to the video and earlier photo.

As I focussed on the last section it was now late enough that this area wasn’t too busy and by taking the road that runs parallel with the main shopping area I had an all but clear run to the flat. As I arrived the front door opened to reveal Amy, Leah and Kylie waiting for me, all with phones out to snap pictures of me, tired, soaked and sweaty. I was exhausted and didn’t really give a shit that they wanted to take advantage of me, so I barged in and collapsed onto the bottom step of the stairs to recover.

“One down!” I said between laboured breaths. “Piece of cake!”

“Do you want to tell him, or shall I?” Amy said in an excited voice.

“Tell me what,” I asked, “I followed the rules to the letter, or are you just fucking with me?”

“Oh that challenge was fine Tony, you will have to tell us all about it.” Leah said, “But…….” Her voice hanging on the T for a few seconds, “The naked in the house rule was broken. You wore socks and shoes in the flat, so not naked, so fail. That’s two days added.”

I looked at all three of them, then suggested they were fucking with me. Leah confirmed they were not, but I countered saying that if that was the case, I would just stay clothed every day going forward, the penalty being served so I had no reason to comply. Leah laughed and asked for a moment, the 3 of them moving into Kylie’s flat for a quick confab.

Leah came out with her phone in hand and stated I had played the game well, and that this game was the most fun she’s had in ages. Then said, “Having checked the original contract, and based on what happened, I’ve decided to fine you £30 for a minor infringement, not add 2 days to the lock-up as per the revised contract. However, you’ve not got the Chinese food, so if you go and get that now and put the money towards something for Amy and Kylie to the value of £30, we can call it quits.”

I looked at them and sighed, realising it was a fair penalty based on the contracts, but in reality fucking stupid, I was just being too soft and pandering to Leah’s will. On the other hand I had just found that run incredibly more interesting than any other run I’d been on, I felt alive and aware of my surroundings, a kind of attack on the senses. So I stood up and went out the door, down the steps and onto the path, but Leah called me to wait. She told the other two to tell me their order and I noted it in my phone, she put her hand up and told me to wait a second and she disappeared, returning a couple of minutes later with a saucepan.

“Are you doing ‘house rice’?” I asked, referring to a joke that the Scottish comedian Kevin Bridges had told and that we referenced all the time.

“Sorry, no!” Proceeding to throw the contents of the pan over me. It was just water, but I went from having been relatively dry, to soaking wet again, the drawings and text easily visible again.

“Thanks!” I said as I jogged off to the Chinese take away, the three women all laughing at me until I rounded the corner at the end of our street. It is only two hundred meters away and we go at least twice a month, so I guess you’d call it our local.

Chapter 23

I jogged the whole way to the Chinese, dripping a line like a snail behind me, so was there in no time at all, waiting outside the door for a moment to catch my breath, hoping I could get away with the patrons and staff not being able to see my ‘tattoos’ under my wet shirt.

I strode in and quickly strode to the high set counter, the glass fronted hot cupboards with pies, spring rolls, sausages etc. waiting to be ordered and shielding me from the staff. There were two other women in there waiting, both in University branded hooded jumpers with ‘Swimming Team’ printed on them. I gave my order to the lady at the counter, making friendly small talk as you do when you are a regular at such a place. She then said to take a seat. I noted that where I stood was okay, and she just ignored me, getting on with taking the order to the kitchen then coming back for the payment, meaning I had to move away from the higher side with the hot cupboards.

As I swiped my phone and pressed to the card reader she made me jump by bellowing at me.

“What that Tony?” she said, pointing to my chest. The floor height on the other side was slightly higher than the customer side, so she had a good view of my ‘artwork’. The penis in jail picture was fairly clearly visible, and she said in her thick Chinese accent, “That look like a ding-dong?” Then she laughed. I laughed with her, saying it wasn’t what it looked like and instinctively turned away from her, exposing myself to these two University Swim Team girls. I watched their eyes look at me, then across my body and hanging above my groin, the thick black text and arrow clearly visible.

Both girls smirked, the blond one on the left bringing her hand to her mouth in mock horror as the dark-haired one nudged her in the side. Nobody was in any doubt that I was caught out and I decided to face it head-on and sat one seat over from the girls, looking over at them as I did. Both were looking at me, and I just shrugged and said my friends had taken advantage of me when I was drunk and asleep, hoping I wasn’t upsetting them, adding I had just had a pan of water thrown over me.

“I think it’s hilarious!” The blond said, chuckled then added, “That will teach you!”

We all laughed and I apologised again, but they said it was no harm, no foul. The dark-haired one confirmed with me that they were not ‘actual’ tattoos and I said it was just marker pen.

“Are you at number 12?” The dark-haired one asked, and I confirmed I was.

“Yes, 12C is us.”

“We are 10D.” The blond said, “Thought I recognised you. I’m Hayley, this is Katie.”

I introduced myself and they told me about their University life, second years and doing courses in the arts. We chatted for another minute, then their order was ready, so they got up and left, saying a friendly goodbye. I sat alone for a few minutes and then an older couple came into the take-away, so I leant forward and did stuff on my phone, hoping to go unnoticed.

My order came and I went home without any more drama, looking at the front door of number 10 as I passed, the two young women in my head. Kylie let me in and took the bags of food so that I could shed my wet clothes, and we all went to our flat to eat, Kylie’s eyes seemingly burning into my backside as she climbed the stairs behind me.

We ate our Chinese food around the table and I entertained them with the details of my run from the Marina back to the flat, the fact that it hadn’t been as embarrassing as they had hoped I think was a cause for them to wish they had made the forfeit more difficult, but once I expanded the ordering of food and waiting for it, speaking to the neighbours and them seeing my ‘ink’ made them a lot happier. I did say it was a bit of a strange one, but they actually seemed to think it was funny and didn’t get upset, nor did the lady at the Chinese take-away.

By the time we’d finished the last of the prawn crackers they had already given their thoughts on the remaining forfeits and when would be a good time for me to do them. I asked Leah to make a note that my paying for the food constituted a paid fine and she noted it in her notebook under the list of accepted forfeits.

I noted to Kylie that I wanted to wait for the ink to be gone or at least heavily faded before life modelling and she agreed that would be for the best. I then offered to give Amy a foot massage, get my first of 3 for the week out of the way. She said to wait an hour for her food to go down and we could go to her flat to do it as Sean had an event on at the hotel so wouldn’t be back until after eleven. So I tidied up the plates with Leah and we then stood about, like there was something now due to happen, but Kylie noticed it was awkward so thanked me for dinner and let herself out, followed by Amy who said to come down in an hour.

Leah and I watched some TV and killed an hour before she reminded me that Amy would now be waiting, so I said I’d see her soon and went downstairs to Amy’s flat. I knocked and waited, realising I’d never really been inside before, wondering how it was laid out. Amy opened the door wearing a robe and slippers. She had scented candles burning and lots of smaller candles lit around the room. Their lounge was nicely set out, the same layout as our flat, but they had set it very differently, the focus on the bay window, a huge TV in the recess, the same place we kept our dining table. Facing it was a two seater with a matching large arm-chair either side, each having its own leather foot-stool in front of it.

Amy showed me in and closed the door, pointing to the further of the two foot-stools, a small cardboard box on the floor next to it with bottle lids sticking out the top. I sat on the stool facing the TV and she asked me to turn around, causing me to twist on the leather and my exposed scrotum sticking to it, pulling on my cage and causing me to yelp a little. I stood to release myself, the padding rising underneath me, and saw Amy drop the robe to reveal burgundy underwear and nothing else, her shapely body looking amazing as she lowered herself into the armchair in front of me.

“I hope you don’t mind me getting comfy Tony?” She asked rhetorically. “I just want to relax into it. I love a foot massage. Do you have much experience in giving them?”

I told her I’d done a few, but hadn’t studied at University for it. She laughed and told me to do my best and she’d instruct me if she needed to. I reached into the box and saw she had 8 different oils and creams and asked her which one I should use, Amy suggesting I start with the rose scented massage oil first, as that one was new and she wanted to try it out.

I opened the bottle, the seal breaking as I twisted the lid off, and I placed it in the box. Amy then lifted her foot and held it in front of me, her dainty foot with polished nails just inches from my cage.

“You need to rest it on your leg when not holding the weight please; I don’t want to get oil on the stool if I can help it.” I took her foot in hand and rested it on my exposed thigh, already aware that I was getting aroused from being in this situation with her.

“What will Sean do if he comes in right now?” I asked, both in curiosity and a little in fear. Sean is powerful looking guy and I’d hate for him to get the wrong idea.

Amy laughed. “He’d do whatever I told him to do Tony.” I looked at her, clearly confused. “Our relationship is one of those where I wear the trousers. Don’t get me wrong, Sean is a man’s man, confident and some might even say intimidating. But because I manage his balls, he does what I say usually. He loves me so much and would do anything for me. I don’t mean that umbrella term that people say but don’t mean, I mean anything. Maybe not jump off a cliff, but you know what I mean.”

I nodded as I rubbed the oil into my hands, then took her foot in my hand. It was clear she had just had a bath or shower as the skin was still slightly puffed up with moisture, but it was so soft in my hand, the shape being almost perfect. I did my best with the right foot, Amy giving me a few minor alterations in pressure and location, but on the whole said I was doing a very good job. After 5 minutes she rested her head back and closed her eyes to relax fully.

With her eyes shut I took the opportunity to eye up her near naked body in full, the parting of her thighs where her bikini bridge met the chair was exposed, thick dark hairs curling out from either side of the deep red garment, the fabric a half inch too narrow to cover it all. Her perfect B cup tits were also fully covered, but I had a memory her flashing them to me that again ignited in my balls, my dick quickly straining at the cage. I looked down, Amy’s tan foot mere inches from my cage and straining penis, the plastic ring being pushed forward as my erection fighting it, desperate to escape and get fully erect, but it was a losing battle. Whilst I wasn’t in agony, to say it was uncomfortable was really an understatement and it reminded me of my predicament.

When I looked back up Amy was looking right at me, a smile on her face. “Are you hard?” she asked matter-of-factly. I apologised and said I was, but she didn’t say or do anything, just looked directly at my dick. “Spread your legs a bit.” She then asked and I did, again having to lift off the stool slightly as my skin was stuck to the leather stool. Leaning forward she looked closer and asked if it was painful. I said it was uncomfortable, but nothing I couldn’t handle. She smiled and noted it was very flattering, admitting she had always been a bit of a cock-tease ever since she became a woman.

I asked if she’d like me to do the other foot now and Amy smiled, laying back. “There is a small towelling flannel in the box Tony to go under my foot so I don’t get oil on the carpet. I found the two flannels and placed one on the floor, then gently lowed her foot until it rested on top of it, taking the other by the heel into my hand and lifting it onto my other thigh, Amy saying to use the same oil again.

I started on the second foot, the oil slick in my hand until it slowly absorbed into her skin, the natural tan of her skin contrasting to the paler skin of my thigh. I got into a rhythm and noticed Amy lay back into the seat again, my eyes instinctively attracted to the fabric covering her pussy from view. Because of where I had placed her other foot on the flannel, her legs were spread wider than before, giving me a better view of her, the dark curls of pubic hair now visible on both sides of the fabric, giving me a better defined view of the shape of her sex tightly encased in fabric, the faintest outline visible despite the thickness of the material.

I was straining the cage again so concentrated on the job at hand, ensuring I used the advice given earlier to massage her feet as she wanted it done, more than once she let out a gentle purr of satisfaction as I worked the scented oil into her perfect little foot. I kept it up for another 10 minutes before feeling like I’d met my obligation, grabbing the other flannel and gently lowering her foot. It was then I realised she’d actually fallen asleep, so I carefully put the lid on the oil, rubbed my hands on my chest and let myself out of their flat, the door clicking shut the only sound I made.

Back up in our flat and Leah had gone to bed so I followed suit, showering first and, for the first time in a while, desperately frustrated not to be able to stroke myself to orgasm, the thought of a scantily clad Amy bringing a certain amount of arousal each time I thought about it. So I watched some Youtube on my tablet about tanks and ships to get my mind of the problem and then went to sleep.

Chapter 20

“Okay, here we go!” and Leah listed them, stating the challenge and who suggested it.

Kylie – Take a Viagra, wait 30 minutes and then watch porn for 2 hours

Kylie – In the next 2 days go for a run in a thin white cotton T-shirt and at the furthest point from home pour a 2 litre bottle of water over your head.

Leah – Tell a female at your workplace you are locked in a chastity device.

Claudia – Start an online blog on Reddit or something chronicling your chastity journey with a picture added at least once a day for a week.

Kylie – Offer to clean and tidy each resident flat, but they all have to be home whilst you do it.

“Kylie,” she said again and then looked at me, “That woman has too much time on her hands!”

Kylie – Go to the gym and wear really tight cycling shorts so your cage is visible and ensure at least 5 women see it.

Claudia – Post an ad in the local newspapers free section saying, “Naked male cleaner happy to clean your home for free (note I will be in chastity).” And then go do at least 1 job.

Leah – Come to Sofia’s house for our weekly ladies card game and be our naked server all night.

Sofia – YES! What Leah just said, but wearing women’s lingerie and lipstick.

“How many of these are there?” I asked, as Leah continued to read them out.

“Don’t know Tony, shush and let me get through them.”

Sofia – Suck a guys dick whilst we watch.

Leah looked at me and rolled her eyes at me, “That girl!” she said with a smile. I nearly stated how clearly I wasn’t doing that, but Leah put her finger to her mouth before I could speak.

Leah – Go to the nudist beach and sun face up for at least 45 minutes.

Claudia – Come to my house and eat my pussy until I cum at least twice.

“I’ve created monsters,” Leah said as she scrolled further down the group chat, explaining there was a bunch of non-related chatter before reading out the next one.

Kylie – Come to my yoga class on a Thursday night and wear skin-tight shorts and shirt

Leah – Go to the naked Spa for 2 hours or more

Sofia – Get a T-shirt made that says “I’m locked up down there” with an arrow pointing to your dick and go to a bar in the late evening at least 3 times.

Amy – Ride a dildo until you cum (whilst at least 2 women watch you)

Amy – Stay naked in the gym changing room until at least 3 guys have discussed your cage then write it all down and post it to this chat

“Amy was late to the party Tony, but she’s clearly been thinking!”

Amy – Let me peg you at least 3 times to my satisfaction

Amy – Tony to give me a foot massage at least 3 days a week for 3 weeks

Amy – Video call my best friend naked, but you can wear the Covid mask answering any and all questions truthfully

Leah then said she would ignore those three from Sofia, stating the girl was taking things way far and beyond, “You’d be arrested for sure!” she mumbled, again scrolling up. “Okay, last 3.”

Kylie – Volunteer as a life model, you can be released during the session, but must get photos of all the pictures done of you. I know a few places and I will be there too.

“Hmmmmm,” Leah looked at me, “An unscheduled release, but I’ll allow it!”

Claudia – Get a small padlock tattoo on your upper hip with the name Leah

Amy – Extend nudity rule to the whole building, including the shared garden

“And that’s the lot, 23 days you could lose there. So you’d only need to be locked for a week plus today. I think maybe I’ve made this too easy. Also, I’m going to give you a safe-word for just in case. I want you to be my best boy, but I don’t want you to hate this, I want you to embrace it.”

I nodded and agreed with her sentiment, stating I was finding it enthralling for sure, but struggled with some of this, if not only because it was all so new. She squeezed my hand and kissed me on the cheek, something she’d done many times, but this time it was lingering a bit more than in the past.

“The safe-word I chose for you is, ‘Thundercat’ okay?” I nodded and we wasted five minutes laughing and joking over safe-words we would have chosen. We laughed like the friends we were, ignoring the fact I was nude, caged and under her spell.

I looked at Leah and she showed me the list she’d written out, stating she’d print me a copy on the home 3-in-1 printer, scanner copier we have. I read it through again and she told me I had to let her know my mandatory choice before breakfast tomorrow and the rest I could select before dinner. After that the offer was closed to me, unless she chose to allow me to add some more later, saying, “We’ll see how I feel. But maybe you will pick them all?”

Leah went over to the desk and scribbled more on the paper before turning them over and placing them on the scanner glass, pressing the copy button and patiently waiting for it to print. As she did I reached down to readjust myself in the cage. This one was much lighter than the metal one, but it was more snug, the end of my penis pressed into the end of the device, before I’d had maybe a quarter inch of spare space at the end. When I looked back up Leah was stood over me with a smile on her face, “Admiring the new cage honey?” she asked, handing me the A4 printout of her handwritten notes.

It was presented as two A5 sheets side by side, so I turned it landscape to look them over. She had now also scribbled letters next to them A to W and a little note saying choices must be made by the time the plates are cleared from dinner tomorrow, May 2^(nd). Any chosen tasks failed or chickened out of will add 2 days to lockup.

Leah then went back to the desk and typed on her laptop for a couple of minutes, printing another sheet of something. She came back over and said, “I’ve re-printed the contract with revisions, please initial here, here and here,” as she pointed to 3 pen marks in the margin. I looked them over and it just had a line about ‘reduced sentencing’ and how approved forfeits would reduce lockup time, some dates and a list of names who have limited ‘keyholder’ rights, then Amy, Claudia, Kylie, Sofi and Jason.

“Jason?” I questioned, a little too loudly in hindsight.

“I am just covering all the bases Tony, it might be useful later. It’ll be fine, don’t worry about it. He’s probably not back from Scandinavia until July anyway.”

“Does he know about our arrangement?” I asked, assuming it was an in-house secret.

“Well of course he does Tony, it would be weird if I held it from him wouldn’t it?”

I just looked at her with a puzzled look on my face. She tilted her head and fluttered her eyelashes at me, “Are you going to make me disappointed?” she said in a baby voice. I looked at her, then at the paper and just thought ‘fuck it’. I’ve come this far, why the fuck not. I initialled the last amendment.

“Great,” she said with a smile. “See you in the morning.” Leah pivoted on the spot and went to her room. It was a bit early for bed so I sat on the sofa and put the TV on. Aliens the movie was about 30 minutes in, so I watched that for a bit, then grabbed the paper and a pencil from the desk to consider what forfeits I might do, those I wouldn’t do and those that seemed easy enough.

The film was just noise as I went over them, crossing a few out right away. There was no way I was sucking a dick, and pegging seemed like it was a bit much, as was riding a dildo. That left 20, then I decided to pick my mandatory one. Obviously an easy one, and ‘E’ seemed the best option. ‘Offer to clean and tidy each resident flat, but they all have to be home whilst you do it.’ I circled the letter W several times, then put an M on the left.

I then went over the rest of them over and over. Part of me thinking it would be easier to just power through being locked up, how hard could it be? But there was a niggle tickling the back of my mind that some of these would not only be fun, but exhilarating and help expand my horizons. So with that in mind I quickly decided to go with a gut instinct answer to every option. I would read it, ponder it for 10 seconds then put a circle around the letter or cross it out.  I read it over one last time and then went to bed, assigning my lunch break to the task.

Chapter 21

Leah came into my room to check I was up and said she had a Teams call in 45 minutes, so she wanted me dressed by eight as a naked caged guy walking in the background might be seen as an HR issue. I got up, showered and dressed, then went to work, shoving my copy of the list into my jacket pocket as I said bye to Leah. It was nice weather so I rode to work instead of driving.

The morning was nothing out of the ordinary, but Leah was sending me WhatsApp messages every 45 minutes or so, each one an item off the list, her teasing a constant reminder of my decisions I needed to make. Jemma who works on the desk opposite was asking if I had a new girlfriend or something, but I told her it was just Leah being annoying. Jemma was my biggest competitor in gaining the most business each month, though she worked in our international shipping department and I was head of sales for heavy plant and agriculture equipment.

Jemma kept pressing what it was about and I tried to fob her off over and over, but she was relentless, she would play with her long bleach blond hair and use softer voices, so I lied and said it was because I had left a mess in the kitchen. She called me out as a liar, not helped as she knows Leah somewhat, but eventually dropped it. The morning ended really well though as I got a huge contract over the line for a business who runs a fleet of over 60 JCB’s, tippers and rollers. It would mean a really good bonus and my boss was very happy, so I was overjoyed, but the boss said we’d have to go for drink at lunch to celebrate. I couldn’t say no, but it meant I wouldn’t get time to make choices on my list.

After lunch I had to get all the paperwork sorted and realised I was becoming time poor, the demand that I get my choices made before dinner was cleared meant there was a ticking clock in my head. By the time I had dotted the I’s and crossed the T’s it was nearly half six and I had to lock up the office as the last one still in. I jumped on my bike and wished I’d driven as it would have saved me fifteen minutes, so I powered home, arriving covered in sweat. Then I had an ‘oh fuck’ moment. I’d left my jacket behind, the list was in the pocket.

So I put my bike away and ran up the stairs two at a time, bounding into the flat and looking for Leah. “Leah” I called as I came in and she popped her head out from the kitchen. “Ummm, sorry,” I started but Leah interrupted me.

“Clothes first!” she said. “And why are you sweating?”

I said I rode home and had left the list in my jacket, which I left in the office.

“Clothes!” she said again. So I went to my room and stripped off quickly, tossing my shirt in the laundry basket and then running back out to speak to Leah. I went to the kitchen and saw she was making one of my favourites, pulled pork nachos. I thanked her for doing that for me and she said I had earnt it, then asked what was so urgent. I told her I had left the list behind and needed her copy to mark off the ones I would do.

“Oh yeah,” she said, “I wondered what happened there. Let me make another copy for you.”

I waited as she scanned the list again, my head trying to translate what she had just said. I took the printout from her and asked her to clarify what she’d just said. I told her it felt a bit cryptic.

“Well,” she started with a sigh. “I got a text from Jemma about five minutes before you came in. She said the landlady from the Hare & Hounds had called her to say one of us had left a jacket at the pub at lunch time. The landlady only had Jemma’s number as she’d booked the table, and so dropped in on her way home to pick it up. She wasn’t sure if it was yours, Dave’s or Kristos’s so went through the pockets. She found your letter for your road tax and the forfeits list. Knowing I’d been messaging you all morning I guess she put two and two tog….” I cut her off, my heart in my mouth.

“FUCK!” Jemma was the last person I’d want to know about this. “Fuck it Leah, what’s the fine? Get me out of this thing, game over.”

Leah looked at me and then gave me a hug. She told me not to worry, she’d spoken to Jemma and told her that it was a very private thing, that we weren’t a couple, we were just messing about, it was no big deal. I was still raging, but Leah was doing everything in her power to make it feel less of an issue.

“It’s fine Tony.” She said again. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t try and fuck with you. The last thing I’d want is for you to have a problem at work, or mess up your job over this. Trust me, I’ll make it right.”

She asked me to sit down and I could go over the list as we ate, and since Jemma had told me about how busy the day was she’d give me until she went to bed. But noted I shouldn’t get used to her being so generous, it was a one off.

I took a nacho from the top of the pile, it had a great set of pork, cheese and sour cream, looking down at my sheet of paper as I chewed. I went over them again and noted the following as a no: G, H, J and I were first to go, then M and N, followed by P, R and V. Each one I put a line through, Leah doing noises to indicate she was sad at my choices.

“Nine down,” I stated as took another large mouthful of Mexican goodness, then telling her how I’d originally selected to clean the flats, but on reflection it seemed like not enough reward for all that work. Leah’s homemade guacamole was exquisite as usual. Looking over them again I still had an option to save 2 whole weeks, but weighing them up decided that I should maybe push a boundary and expand my horizons. So I put a ring around W again as my mandatory, then put a line through T and circled S, U and W. O and Q both went as I worried it might cause some grief. Next I put a line through A and Leah said, “Really?” I told her how it was more uncomfortable in this cage and a solid 2 hours of it would likely become painful. Then I pondered C. It would seem that Jemma already knew, so perhaps this was a freebie, but at the same time Leah had possibly put a halt to it already.

“It’s amazing how those tattoos we did have hardly faded.” Leah noted as I worked through the list, looking down at myself I had almost forgotten about them.

I asked Leah her opinion about Jemma, and she said, “You would have to tell her Tony, her finding out is not what we wrote.” So I was about to put a line through it, but stopped myself. I thought a moment about Anja, the Hungarian cleaner we had who came in at 5pm each day. Her English wasn’t great and she was always deep into her job, earphones on and getting the job done. This wasn’t cheating as she was female and was at my workplace, if Leah could use the language to affect an outcome, so could I. I circled C.

I read over D and E again but it felt like too much effort, so crossed them out. I then put a line through L as I wasn’t sure if Claudia and Leah had discussed my unauthorised release with her and that would maybe close that door. I circled the rest, checked my homework and read out five of the six I’d chosen, plus the mandatory one.

“So,” I said like a nervous schoolboy, “B) In the next 2 days go for a run in a thin white cotton T-shirt and at the furthest point from home pour a 2 litre bottle of water over your head. C)            Tell a female at your workplace you are locked in a chastity device. F)     Go to the gym and wear really tight cycling shorts so your cage is visible and ensure at least 5 women see it. S) Tony to give Amy a foot massage at least 3 days a week for 3 weeks. U) Volunteer as a life model, you can be released during the session, but must get photos of all the pictures done of you. I know a few places and I will be there too. W) Extend nudity rule to the whole building, including the shared garden.”

“Ummm, you are one short there Tony, nice try!” Leah said as she crunched through her last bite of Nachos.

“Well, one I need to offer up a request for one of them please.”

“Go on..” she said with quizzical voice.

“Well, it’s K,” I said nervously. “Go to the nudist beach and sun face up for at least 45 minutes.”

“Okayyyyy?” she said, “What’s so difficult to understand?”

“Can one of you come with me? I think if I’m with a female it will avoid me looking like a weirdo.”

Leah laughed at me, smiled, and said, “Oh don’t worry Tony. We’ll all be there. In our swimwear, though Claudia said she’d like to get her boobs out!”

“Well that’s a full week I get back then!”

“Only once you’ve completed them Tony, and if you fail don’t forget you get 2 days added.”

Happy with my choices I handed her the list with my chosen ones circled and the others crossed out, then collected the plates to wash up. I cleared down, washed up and put everything away, coming back to Leah on her phone.

“I’m letting the others know your choices Tony.”

I had a cloth to wipe down the table, and as I leant over to rub the table down, Leah reached down and flicked at my cage, then grabbed my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze, causing me to flinch. We looked at each other, but nothing was said as I finished the wipe down, and stood upright, Leah letting go with a smile.

“This is so much more fun than I thought it would be Tony. You are the best friend a girl could want!”

I chuckled and went back to the kitchen and Leah called through saying she would go over them and set out the specifics. So I took a quick shower, looking over my Sharpie tattoos, assuming so many showers later they would be gone, but in reality they had just faded a little. When I went back into the lounge Leah was writing in her notepad, copying from the list onto a new page, leaving 3 lines after each one for notes I assumed. Once dried, I grabbed a fresh towel to sit on, and took my place opposite Leah, waiting on her finishing up.

It wasn’t long before she tore out the two pages from her notebook and started to walk me through the list in order. She said I needed to do my run tomorrow or the next day, I said tomorrow after work was fine, stating I’d run to the Marina and back, about 3 miles each way with the circuitous route I take. She said it was fine, but I had to take a selfie every 5 minutes after I’d soaked myself and post to the WhatsApp group to pass the test, noting she’d add me to the group now. A moment later I got the invite.

Next she said how surprised she was I was going to tell Jemma I was locked, only for me to reveal my plan to tell the cleaning lady instead. She initially said I was cheating, then relented and said, “Well Played.” She pondered it, then said I had to record the interaction on the voice notes or video of my phone. I agreed.

Next was the gym forfeit, and I asked how I would be able to prove the 5 woman ruling and Leah said that one of them would have to come with me to verify the results. It was quite vague and hard to verify, but we agreed on some basic rules that Leah noted on her lined paper.

We’d already discussed the nudist beach forfeit, and Leah knew I had been in the past with Stacey a couple of years ago. The only ruling she made was it needed to be a weekend so plenty of people were available to go and the beach would be busier.

Leah said she’d discuss the next two with Amy and Kylie in the group chat, then extending nudity to the whole building might need some logistical help, noting she’d see if there was a place in the foyer we could leave a lockbox for me to keep clothing in.

Happy we were done we sat on the sofa and watched TV until it was bed time, several times Leah reached over and dragged her nails over my caged dick, but not much was said between us beyond the normal chit-chat we usually had, and if it wasn’t for those nails, I’d have forgotten I was naked and caged.

The Chaste Part 10

Chapter 21

Leah came into my room to check I was up and said she had a Teams call in 45 minutes, so she wanted me dressed by eight as a naked caged guy walking in the background might be seen as an HR issue. I got up, showered and dressed, then went to work, shoving my copy of the list into my jacket pocket as I said bye to Leah. It was nice weather so I rode to work instead of driving.

The morning was nothing out of the ordinary, but Leah was sending me WhatsApp messages every 45 minutes or so, each one an item off the list, her teasing a constant reminder of my decisions I needed to make. Jemma who works on the desk opposite was asking if I had a new girlfriend or something, but I told her it was just Leah being annoying. Jemma was my biggest competitor in gaining the most business each month, though she worked in our international shipping department and I was head of sales for heavy plant and agriculture equipment.

Jemma kept pressing what it was about and I tried to fob her off over and over, but she was relentless, so I lied and said it was because I had left a mess in the kitchen. She called me out as a liar, not helped as she knows Leah somewhat, but eventually dropped it. The morning ended really well though as I got a huge contract over the line for a business who runs a fleet of over 60 JCB’s, tippers and rollers. It would mean a really good bonus and my boss was very happy, so I was overjoyed, but the boss said we’d have to go for drink at lunch to celebrate. I couldn’t say no, but it meant I wouldn’t get time to make choices on my list.

After lunch I had to get all the paperwork sorted and realised I was becoming time poor, the demand that I get my choices made before dinner was cleared meant there was a ticking clock in my head. By the time I had dotted the I’s and crossed the T’s it was nearly half six and I had to lock up the office as the last one still in. I jumped on my bike and wished I’d driven as it would have saved me fifteen minutes, so I powered home, arriving covered in sweat. Then I had an ‘oh fuck’ moment. I’d left my jacket behind, the list was in the pocket.

So I put my bike away and ran up the stairs two at a time, bounding into the flat and looking for Leah. “Leah” I called as I came in and she popped her head out from the kitchen. “Ummm, sorry,” I started but Leah interrupted me.

“Clothes first!” she said. “And why are you sweating?”

I said I rode home and had left the list in my jacket, which I left in the office.

“Clothes!” she said again. So I went to my room and stripped off quickly, tossing my shirt in the laundry basket and then running back out to speak to Leah. I went to the kitchen and saw she was making one of my favourites, pulled pork nachos. I thanked her for doing that for me and she said I had earnt it, then asked what was so urgent. I told her I had left the list behind and needed her copy to mark off the ones I would do.

“Oh yeah,” she said, “I wondered what happened there. Let me make another copy for you.”

I waited as she scanned the list again, my head trying to translate what she had just said. I took the printout from her and asked her to clarify what she’d just said. I told her it felt a bit cryptic.

“Well,” she started with a sigh. “I got a text from Jemma about five minutes before you came in. She said the landlady from the Hare & Hounds had called her to say one of us had left a jacket at the pub at lunch time. The landlady only had Jemma’s number as she’d booked the table, and so dropped in on her way home to pick it up. She wasn’t sure if it was yours, Dave’s or Kristos’s so went through the pockets. She found your letter for your road tax and the forfeits list. Knowing I’d been messaging you all morning I guess she put two and two tog….” I cut her off, my heart in my mouth.

“FUCK!” Jemma was the last person I’d want to know about this. “Fuck it Leah, what’s the fine? Get me out of this thing, game over.”

Leah looked at me and then gave me a hug. She told me not to worry, she’d spoken to Jemma and told her that it was a very private thing, that we weren’t a couple, we were just messing about, it was no big deal. I was still raging, but Leah was doing everything in her power to make it feel less of an issue.

“It’s fine Tony.” She said again. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t try and fuck with you. The last thing I’d want is for you to have a problem at work, or mess up your job over this. Trust me, I’ll make it right.”

She asked me to sit down and I could go over the list as we ate, and since Jemma had told me about how busy the day was she’d give me until she went to bed. But noted I shouldn’t get used to her being so generous, it was a one off.

I took a nacho from the top of the pile, it had a great set of pork, cheese and sour cream, looking down at my sheet of paper as I chewed. I went over them again and noted the following as a no: G, H, J and I were first to go, then M and N, followed by P, R and V. Each one I put a line through, Leah doing noises to indicate she was sad at my choices.

“Nine down,” I stated as took another large mouthful of Mexican goodness, then telling her how I’d originally selected to clean the flats, but on reflection it seemed like not enough reward for all that work. Leah’s homemade guacamole was exquisite as usual. Looking over them again I still had an option to save 2 whole weeks, but weighing them up decided that I should maybe push a boundary and expand my horizons. So I put a ring around W again as my mandatory, then put a line through T and circled S, U and W. O and Q both went as I worried it might cause some grief. Next I put a line through A and Leah said, “Really?” I told her how it was more uncomfortable in this cage and a solid 2 hours of it would likely become painful. Then I pondered C. It would seem that Jemma already knew, so perhaps this was a freebie, but at the same time Leah had possibly put a halt to it already.

“It’s amazing how those tattoos we did have hardly faded.” Leah noted as I worked through the list, looking down at myself I had almost forgotten about them.

I asked Leah her opinion and she said, “You would have to tell her Tony, her finding out is not what we wrote.” So I was about to put a line through it, but stopped myself. I thought a moment about the Hungarian cleaner we had who came in at 5pm each day. Her English wasn’t great and she was always deep into her job, earphones on and getting the job done. This wasn’t cheating as she was female and was at my workplace, if Leah could use the language to affect an outcome, so could I. I circled C.

I read over D and E again but it felt like too much effort, so crossed them out. I then put a line through L as I wasn’t sure if Claudia and Leah had discussed my unauthorised release with her and that would maybe close that door. I circled the rest, checked my homework and read out five of the six I’d chosen, plus the mandatory one.

“So,” I said like a nervous schoolboy, “B) In the next 2 days go for a run in a thin white cotton T-shirt and at the furthest point from home pour a 2 litre bottle of water over your head. C)            Tell a female at your workplace you are locked in a chastity device. F)     Go to the gym and wear really tight cycling shorts so your cage is visible and ensure at least 5 women see it. S) Tony to give Amy a foot massage at least 3 days a week for 3 weeks. U) Volunteer as a life model, you can be released during the session, but must get photos of all the pictures done of you. I know a few places and I will be there too. W) Extend nudity rule to the whole building, including the shared garden.”

“Ummm, you are one short there Tony, nice try!” Leah said as she crunched through her last bite of Nachos.

“Well, one I need to offer up a request for one of them please.”

“Go on..” she said with quizzical voice.

“Well, it’s K,” I said nervously. “Go to the nudist beach and sun face up for at least 45 minutes.”

“Okayyyyy?” she said, “What’s so difficult to understand?”

“Can one of you come with me? I think if I’m with a female it will avoid me looking like a weirdo.”

Leah laughed at me, smiled, and said, “Oh don’t worry Tony. We’ll all be there. In our swimwear, though Claudia said she’d like to get her boobs out!”

“Well that’s a full week I get back then!”

“Only once you’ve completed them Tony, and if you fail don’t forget you get 2 days added.”

Happy with my choices I handed her the list with my chosen ones circled and the others crossed out, then collected the plates to wash up. I cleared down, washed up and put everything away, coming back to Leah on her phone.

“I’m letting the others know your choices Tony.”

I had a cloth to wipe down the table, and as I leant over to rub the table down, Leah reached down and flicked at my cage, then grabbed my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze, causing me to flinch. We looked at each other, but nothing was said as I finished the wipe down, and stood upright, Leah letting go with a smile.

“This is so much more fun than I thought it would be Tony. You are the best friend a girl could want!”

I chuckled and went back to the kitchen and Leah called through saying she would go over them and set out the specifics. So I took a quick shower, looking over my Sharpie tattoos, assuming so many showers later they would be gone, but in reality they had just faded a little. When I went back into the lounge Leah was writing in her notepad, copying from the list onto a new page, leaving 3 lines after each one for notes I assumed. Once dried, I grabbed a fresh towel to sit on, and took my place opposite Leah, waiting on her finishing up.

It wasn’t long before she tore out the two pages from her notebook and started to walk me through the list in order. She said I needed to do my run tomorrow or the next day, I said tomorrow after work was fine, stating I’d run to the Marina and back, about 3 miles each way with the circuitous route I take. She said it was fine, but I had to take a selfie every 5 minutes after I’d soaked myself and post to the WhatsApp group to pass the test, noting she’d add me to the group now. A moment later I got the invite.

Next she said how surprised she was I was going to tell Jemma I was locked, only for me to reveal my plan to tell the cleaning lady instead. She initially said I was cheating, then relented and said, “Well Played.” She pondered it, then said I had to record the interaction on the voice notes or video of my phone. I agreed.

Next was the gym forfeit, and I asked how I would be able to prove the 5 woman ruling and Leah said that one of them would have to come with me to verify the results. It was quite vague and hard to verify, but we agreed on some basic rules that Leah noted on her lined paper.

We’d already discussed the nudist beach forfeit, and Leah knew I had been in the past with Stacey a couple of years ago. The only ruling she made was it needed to be a weekend so plenty of people were available to go and the beach would be busier.

Leah said she’d discuss the next two with Amy and Kylie in the group chat, then extending nudity to the whole building might need some logistical help, noting she’d see if there was a place in the foyer we could leave a lockbox for me to keep clothing in.

Happy we were done we sat on the sofa and watched TV until it was bed time, several times Leah reached over and dragged her nails over my caged dick, but not much was said between us beyond the normal chit-chat we usually had, and if it wasn’t for those nails, I’d have forgotten I was naked and caged.

Chapter 22

The next day at work was a blur. I was still going over bits from the previous days contract, a few additional things being done and an opportunity came for us to insure their sales managers and repair engineers fleet of company vans and cars. So I had to jump onto it, run the numbers, speak to underwriters, send out policy reviews and the like. By the end of the day I was exhausted and went home early, having worked through lunch.

I needed a pick-me-up and decided on the drive home I’d do my run, it was a nice early evening and still about 20 degrees. As I stepped in the door Kylie came bounding out of her door, and I had to assume she had been waiting for me to get in from work.

“Hi Tony,” she said in an overly jolly tone. “I’m told you are now set to be naked anywhere on the property.” I nodded and was wondering if she was expecting me to strip off in front of her, but she went on, “So I’ve moved this from my spare room,” she pointed to a small wardrobe with 2 drawers underneath. “You can use this for your work clothes and some other stuff you wear on a regular basis. That way you wont have to carry everything up and down the stairs.”

I actually thanked her and opened the small wardrobe to check it out. I turned and looked at her to see she was stood hands on hips and waiting on me to strip off. So I sucked it up and took a new line on this life Leah had sent me on, removing my clothes and hanging them up, picking up my underpants and socks to place in the laundry later. Kylie smiled and said she’d see me later, closing her door to leave me alone and naked in the hallway, only for the front door to open and David stood there looking at me, a look of confusion on his face.

“Hi David,” I said sheepishly, “Don’t ask. Another Leah thing!” He just laughed, looked me up and down and made his way up to their flat, my following behind with my bag in one hand and underwear in the other.

“New cage?” David asked rhetorically.

I said it was, and it was a bit tighter than the last one. He just said, “Good luck.” David left me at my door as he went up another flight of stairs to his own flat. Leah was working at her desk, turning in her chair to greet me when I walked in.

“Argh, good.” She said, “Kylie caught you.” I nodded as I dropped my bag in the foyer. I told her about another bumper day and that I was going to do my run. As we talked she was fiddling with the key to my cage that hung around her neck, and I wasn’t sure if she was teasing or it was just an unconscious thing, but decided not to bring her attention to the fact I was very aware she was doing it.

“Don’t forget the water and your phone!”

I said I wouldn’t and grabbed my running gear, took a small bottled water from the fridge and did some stretching in the middle of the room, Leah watching me with a wicked smile on her face, the key now between her lips as she casually moved it about in her mouth.

“I should have instituted naked man rules in the flat the day we moved in!” I laughed and carried on my routine, not even bothered that my friend was watching me, not lustfully, but with a sense of empowerment. I put on my socks and running shoes, my shorts, underpants and my thin white T-shirt I hadn’t worn in ages as it was too tight for my liking. I said to Leah I’d see her soon and bring back dinner after the run, and she said she’d prefer Chinese if I was okay with that.

“Put the shirt on quickly for me please.” Leah asked. “I want to see if you can see the pen through it. I squeezed into it and looked down. I wasn’t sure it was overly clear, but it definitely was visible, and I guessed when wet it would be almost transparent. My hope though, was that I would be jogging and only be in view of people a few moments and then be gone. They would then maybe asking if they saw what they thought they saw, though most people were distracted by their phones these days and might not even see me.

“Okay, off again.” Leah said and I pulled the shirt off before making my way out, confirming Chinese was fine as I stepped out onto the landing. It felt weird as I made my way down the stairs naked, like a dream sequence where you go out the house naked and the world ignores you. I grabbed my keys and phone from my jacket pocket, and quickly finished dressing.

I started my run slow and gradually built up to my usual speed, the route down to the seafront incurring many stops for crossings, traffic and busy pavements. Once on the wide promenade along the seafront it was much flatter and easier, so I upped my pace a little and made my way towards the marina. I was sweating and the shirt was clinging to me, but the cage was in my head, the running motion causing it to rub a little, but on the plus side my dick always shrinks a little when I exercise, so wasn’t squished in.

When I arrived at the Marina I was really hot, the sun having been on my back the whole way and my pace really strong. I had to go into the supermarket to buy a large bottle of water, so found a cheap one and made my way to the self-service tills. I was making an effort to stoop and cover my chest with my arms. I was sweating and so the ink was quite visible already on the top half and my back. As I stood in the queue a woman came in line behind me, and I consciously made sure my front was not visible.

I was so busy about the woman behind me I missed an empty till, causing the attendant, an attractive woman of about 50 with trim figure, to call at me. As I looked up I could see she was looking directly at my chest, a big smile on her face as she pointed out the empty till. I shuffled past and quickly scanned my water but when I placed it in the bagging area it didn’t register, the digital voice repeatedly saying to place the item in the bagging area, the red light above this check-out flashing. The woman came over and apologised as she swiped her pass and typed in a code, her eyes darting to my chest and a big smile on her face.

I thanked her and paid quickly, dashing out of the shop as fast as I could and ran across the car park to an empty corner where no cars were parked. I put my phone into selfie video mode and pressed record, propping the phone on a low wall and stepping back, ensuring I was in view. I then proceeded to pour the entire bottle over my head, the liquid chugging out as the whole lot came out on top of my head. I was soaked and could see in the video my shirt was totally transparent, my shorts soaked and even my legs and the top of my socks were wet.

I then clipped the video down a little and posted to the group chat. Once done I began the run home, having to hold my phone as my shorts were so wet.  

Being a nice night, the promenade was really busy and my dripping wet body was getting a lot of attention. The ‘tattoos’ were totally visible and I was beginning to feel quite embarrassed. As I passed the end of the first mile back two lads on bikes, passed me and then started to laugh. As I continued they turned around and started to chase after me. One of them was calling at me.

“Hey mister,” The older one shouted, “You have a big willy on your belly. Is it ‘cos you’re gay?” I ignored him, but the lads kept throwing questions at me in an attempt to get to me. I sped up until my legs began to burn, but they kept up with me. I then realised I needed to do another update so, without stopping, began to take another selfie, but it was blurry. I went over to the barrier that separated the promenade form the beach and took a steady photo, my chest heaving and my shirt still mostly transparent. I posted to the group and set off again, but had to reduce the speed as I had tanked myself trying to outrun the kids on bikes who, thankfully, had got bored and ridden off. I ran past the pier and the shops, then into the town keeping my eyes forward, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. I checked the time and I snapped another selfie, this one showing me that the shirt was now drying faster than I could re-soak it in sweat. There was a message from Leah saying ‘Getting into the zone.’ And there were thumbs up and heart emoji’s next to the video and earlier photo.

As I focussed on the last section it was now late enough that this area wasn’t too busy and by taking the road that runs parallel with the main shopping area I had an all but clear run to the flat. As I arrived the front door opened to reveal Amy, Leah and Kylie waiting for me, all with phones out to snap pictures of me, tired, soaked and sweaty. I was exhausted and didn’t really give a shit that they wanted to take advantage of me, so I barged in and collapsed onto the bottom step of the stairs to recover.

“One down!” I said between laboured breaths. “Piece of cake!”

“Do you want to tell him, or shall I?” Amy said in an excited voice.

“Tell me what,” I asked, “I followed the rules to the letter, or are you just fucking with me?”

“Oh that challenge was fine Tony, you will have to tell us all about it.” Leah said, “But…….” Her voice hanging on the T for a few seconds, “The naked in the house rule was broken. You wore socks and shoes in the flat, so not naked, so fail. That’s two days added.”

I looked at all three of them, then suggested they were fucking with me. Leah confirmed they were not, but I countered saying that if that was the case, I would just stay clothed every day going forward, the penalty being served so I had no reason to comply. Leah laughed and asked for a moment, the 3 of them moving into Kylie’s flat for a quick confab.

Leah came out with her phone in hand and stated I had played the game well, and that this game was the most fun she’s had in ages. Then said, “Having checked the original contract, and based on what happened, I’ve decided to fine you £30 for a minor infringement, not add 2 days to the lock-up as per the revised contract. However, you’ve not got the Chinese food, so if you go and get that now and put the money towards something for Amy and Kylie to the value of £30, we can call it quits.”

I looked at them and sighed, realising it was a fair penalty based on the contracts, but in reality fucking stupid, I was just being too soft and pandering to Leah’s will. On the other hand I had just found that run incredibly more interesting than any other run I’d been on, I felt alive and aware of my surroundings, a kind of attack on the senses. So I stood up and went out the door, down the steps and onto the path, but Leah called me to wait. She told the other two to tell me their order and I noted it in my phone, she put her hand up and told me to wait a second and she disappeared, returning a couple of minutes later with a saucepan.

“Are you doing ‘house rice’?” I asked, referring to a joke that the Scottish comedian Kevin Bridges had told and that we referenced all the time.

“Sorry, no!” Proceeding to throw the contents of the pan over me. It was just water, but I went from having been relatively dry, to soaking wet again, the drawings and text easily visible again.

“Thanks!” I said as I jogged off to the Chinese take away, the three women all laughing at me until I rounded the corner at the end of our street. It is only two hundred meters away and we go at least twice a month, so I guess you’d call it our local.

The Chaste

Book 2

Chapter 19

I knew I had no choice but to be on time, so I said my goodbyes to my friends, making up some excuse about helping Leah with something, and headed back to the flat. I was half expecting to walk in to find a crowd of people there, but I was surprised, and almost a little disappointed when I got in and saw it was just Leah and Claudia. I shed my clothes the moment I entered, feeling the cool air on my skin. Leah tapped her Apple Watch with a manicured nail, commenting that I still had 52 minutes. So, if I want to get one more release, I can. I considered the idea, but felt awkward, despite both women having seen me cum at least twice in the last few days.

Claudia came over to me and said, "I think you’d be stupid not to rub one out, Tony. It’s your last chance for another month, though Leah and I have come up with some fun ideas you might want to try once we’ve got that little fella locked again." I suspected this might be more forfeits or something, but it was also clear this little game of theirs was going to be kept a secret for now.

Leah nodded, smiling. "I think he needs it too," she said. "Come on, get comfortable."

She turned on the big TV in the living room and plugged in a hard drive that sat in the media cabinet, selecting a video that was stored on it, it had been placed in folder called ‘for tony’. It was porn, nothing too kinky, but it was a hot one. It featured a threesome between two women, one curvy, one trim, and a tanned guy with a huge dick. There was lots of sucking to start with, then he took turns fucking the women while another would have their pussy eaten by the guy or the other woman. I watched the screen, my interest piqued, and found myself growing semi-hard.

I glanced over to Claudia, who was sitting in a dining chair in a floral yellow dress. She started teasing me without letting on to Leah. She sat with her legs wide open whenever Leah wasn't looking, showing me that she had no underwear on. I also noticed the dress was loose enough that it looked like she wasn’t wearing a bra either. This of course, together with the porn playing on the TV, gave me a full erection. When Leah noticed my state, she smiled mischievously and the ladies persuaded me to stroke myself for their pleasure.

I did, I wanted to do it in front of them, I realised that the scenario of being watched stroking was intoxicating to me, the exhibitionist in me front and centre. The scene on the screen continued with the guy fucking the trim woman as the curvy one laid under, squeezing his balls and rubbing the other woman's clit. I could only last so long. When I looked up and saw Leah taking a video of me stroking from over my shoulder, I knew I couldn't hold off. I blew another load all over myself, slowing my strokes down until I was satiated, only seconds later the guy on screen pulled out and sprayed cum into the mouth and face of the woman who’d been squeezing his balls, his load splattered all over her face as she smiled and licked what she could with her tongue. Just as the other woman moved over and started to kiss her, his cum smeared between them, Leah turned off the TV.

The ladies said I did well. Leah told me to take a shower, noting I had 11 minutes to shower, dry and be back. I didn't waste any time. I quickly showered and returned with three minutes to go. My penis was still puffy, but not hard, and I was directed by Leah to stand in front of them as they were now both sat on the sofa. Claudia kept opening her legs, but because of her curvy shape and the angle of the sitting position, I couldn't see anything and was grateful as I didn't want to be hard again. I chose not to even try and look, just in case.

Leah moved so that she was sat on the edge of the sofa, her tight denim jeans stretching tight at the crotch as she spread her legs and asked me move a little closer. I was close enough to smell her perfume, her spread knees either side of me, as she lifted the Impound Sentinal Cock Cage 3 Inch from her lap, unlocking it. The matte black plastic was a very different prospect. She leaned forward and gave my shaft a gentle kiss, a mere peck, before sliding my balls into the securing ring. She stated she had selected the ring already, matching it to the metal one I used before, and it fit well. She then manipulated my shaft into the empty cage and pushed it into the ring. My still puffy dick still wasn't back to its usual size and required her to press it in firmly. She inserted the lock, a barrel type that slid into the side of the plastic at the point the parts met, turning the key to check it was secure.

Leah then removed her necklace, replacing the key to the metal cage's padlock with this one. It was a lot longer than the padlock key, but not as bulky. Claudia helped her put the necklace back on, and they sat back on the sofa, leaving a space in the middle for me, patting the spot and directing me to sit. I grabbed a towel from the basket and lay it down, turned and sat, my body squished between the women, my thighs tight together and causing my cage and balls to sit atop them centre stage. Both women looked for a moment, she then put on Friday's episode of the Chase for us to watch.

“We will watch this Tony, then we have some ideas we want to run past you, little things you can do to take days off your locked time.”

Chapter 20

We watched the episode quietly, occasionally one of us would call out answers if we knew them, but it was a very subdued 30 minutes. I couldn’t help but to keep looking down at my caged dick, aware that the lost half inch was very much noticeable when sat like I was. Claudia also kept placing her hand on my thigh just inches from the cage, clearly in an attempt to get a rise out of me, but I managed to ignore it and didn’t suffer as a result.

Once the show finished, Leah pulled out a notebook and pen and said it was time to see how many days I could shave off this lock-up. She explained how she had put a WhatsApp group together with Claudia, Kylie, Amy and Sofia, asking them to suggest things I could do to gain days off my next 31 day lock-up, noting May is a 31 day month. I just sat there in silence.

Leah swiped and jabbed at her screen, then swished her finger up over and over until she said, “Right, I’m at the start of the thread, there is loads of options here, and I only added 3 or 4.” I was looking at her and she just winked before continuing, “So I will go over every one and ignore any that I’m not happy with. You don’t need to say no to any now, I will list them and you can choose later. You must pick at least one and decide to stay locked nice and tight for 30 days. But once you agree to one you have to follow through or we revert to the terms of the contract.”

I was keen to shave days off, but there are limits to what I could manage in my head. But I hoped that some might include stuff that would be fun or silly and get me a day removed.

“Okay, here we go!” and Leah listed them, stating the challenge and who suggested it.

Kylie – Take a Viagra, wait 30 minutes and then watch porn for 2 hours

Kylie – In the next 2 days go for a run in a thin white cotton T-shirt and at the furthest point from home pour a 2 litre bottle of water over your head.

Leah – Tell a female at your workplace you are locked in a chastity device.

Claudia – Start an online blog on Reddit or something chronicling your chastity journey with a picture added at least once a day for a week.

Kylie – Offer to clean and tidy each resident flat, but they all have to be home whilst you do it.

“Kylie,” she said again and then looked at me, “That woman has too much time on her hands!”

Kylie – Go to the gym and wear really tight cycling shorts so your cage is visible and ensure at least 5 women see it.

Claudia – Post an ad in the local newspapers free section saying, “Naked male cleaner happy to clean your home for free (note I will be in chastity).” And then go do at least 1 job.

Leah – Come to Sofia’s house for our weekly ladies card game and be our naked server all night.

Sofia – YES! What Leah just said, but wearing women’s lingerie and lipstick.

“How many of these are there?” I asked, as Leah continued to read them out.

“Don’t know Tony, shush and let me get through them.”

Sofia – Suck a guys dick whilst we watch.

Leah looked at me and rolled her eyes at me, “That girl!” she said with a smile. I nearly stated how clearly I wasn’t doing that, but Leah put her finger to her mouth before I could speak.

Leah – Go to the nudist beach and sun face up for at least 45 minutes.

Claudia – Come to my house and eat my pussy until I cum at least twice.

“I’ve created monsters,” Leah said as she scrolled further down the group chat, explaining there was a bunch of non-related chatter before reading out the next one.

Kylie – Come to my yoga class on a Thursday night and wear skin-tight shorts and shirt

Leah – Go to the naked Spa for 2 hours or more

Sofia – Get a T-shirt made that says “I’m locked up down there” with an arrow pointing to your dick and go to a bar in the late evening at least 3 times.

Amy – Ride a dildo until you cum (whilst at least 2 women watch you)

Amy – Stay naked in the gym changing room until at least 3 guys have discussed your cage then write it all down and post it to this chat

“Amy was late to the party Tony, but she’s clearly been thinking!”

Amy – Let me peg you at least 3 times to my satisfaction

Amy – Tony to give me a foot massage at least 3 days a week for 3 weeks

Amy – Video call my best friend naked, but you can wear the Covid mask answering any and all questions truthfully

Leah then said she would ignore those three from Sofia, stating the girl was taking things way far and beyond, “You’d be arrested for sure!” she mumbled, again scrolling up. “Okay, last 3.”

Kylie – Volunteer as a life model, you can be released during the session, but must get photos of all the pictures done of you. I know a few places and I will be there too.

“Hmmmmm,” Leah looked at me, “An unscheduled release, but I’ll allow it!”

Claudia – Get a small padlock tattoo on your upper hip with the name Leah

Amy – Extend nudity rule to the whole building, including the shared garden

“And that’s the lot, 23 days you could lose there. So you’d only need to be locked for a week plus today. I think maybe I’ve made this too easy.”

I looked at Leah and she showed me the list she’d written out, stating she’d print me a copy on the home 3-in-1 printer, scanner copier we have. I read it through again and she told me I had to let her know my mandatory choice before breakfast tomorrow and the rest I could select before dinner. After that the offer was closed to me, unless she chose to allow me to add some more later, saying, “We’ll see how I feel. But maybe you will pick them all?”

Leah went over to the desk and scribbled more on the paper before turning them over and placing them on the scanner glass, pressing the copy button and patiently waiting for it to print. As she did I reached down to readjust myself in the cage. This one was much lighter than the metal one, but it was more snug, the end of my penis pressed into the end of the device, before I’d had maybe a quarter inch of spare space at the end. When I looked back up Leah was stood over me with a smile on her face, “Admiring the new cage honey?” she asked, handing me the A4 printout of her handwritten notes.

It was presented as two A5 sheets side by side, so I turned it landscape to look them over. She had now also scribbled letters next to them A to W and a little note saying choices must be made by the time the plates are cleared from dinner tomorrow, May 2^(nd).

Leah then went back to the desk and typed on her laptop for a couple of minutes, printing another sheet of something. She came back over and said, “I’ve re-printed the contract with revisions, please initial here, here and here,” as she pointed to 3 pen marks in the margin. I looked them over and it just had a line about ‘reduced sentencing’ and how approved forfeits would reduce lockup time, some dates and a list of names who have limited ‘keyholder’ rights, then Amy, Claudia, Kylie, Sofi and Jason.

“Jason?” I questioned, a little too loudly in hindsight.

“I am just covering all the bases Tony, it might be useful later. It’ll be fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Does he know about our arrangement?” I asked, assuming it was an in-house secret.

“Well of course he does Tony, it would be weird if I held it from him wouldn’t it?”

I just looked at her with a puzzled look on my face. She tilted her head and fluttered her eyelashes at me, “Are you going to make me disappointed?” she said in a baby voice. I looked at her, then at the paper and just thought ‘fuck it’. I’ve come this far, why the fuck not. I initialled the last amendment.

“Great,” she said with a smile. “See you in the morning.” Leah pivoted on the spot and went to her room. It was a bit early for bed so I sat on the sofa and put the TV on. Aliens the movie was about 30 minutes in, so I watched that for a bit, then grabbed the paper and a pencil from the desk to consider what forfeits I might do, those I wouldn’t do and those that seemed easy enough.

Chapter 14

“Watch closely." She said as she unlocked the padlock and slowly slid the cage off me, setting it gently to the floor. I was instantly free, my cock hanging free, as I let out an audible sigh of relief. She held onto my penis for a moment, letting me enjoy the sensation for a moment before letting go. She looked up and whispered, “I was hoping you’d have an erection to show everybody.”

The group applauded, a few cheers and whistles filling the room. David popped the cork on the bottle of champagne and started pouring glasses for everyone as Leah carefully removed the retaining ring from around my balls. When she stood she said, “You may be free, but all the rules still apply from the contract!” I gave her a nod of my head to confirm understanding, basically realising I was now completely naked, the only one naked in the room, totally exposed, vulnerable and at Leah’s mercy. But the freedom of being unlocked again was bliss.

I was handed a glass of bubbly by Conrad and downed it in two big gulps, wishing it was vodka, definitely wanting to feel a little more drunk to cope with this whole situation. I went over to Leah who was talking with Claudia and holding an open champagne bottle. I asked for a refill and she smiled as she poured me another glass, Claudia taking the opportunity to give me a wink.

“Feeling free now?” Leah asked matter-of-factly. I nodded and looked down at my nakedness, unsure what I was expecting to see that would be different to when I had looked five minutes earlier. Leah began talking to Claudia about the differences between Jason’s ‘monster’ dick and my ‘normal’ one, speaking about me like I wasn’t in the room. Claudia seemed to be very curious about Jason’s penis and asked questions about it’s shape and how much it grew when erect, questions Leah was happy to answer in extensive detail. As this conversation continued Leah put down the champagne bottle and her own glass, then stood next to me and grabbed at my penis, lifting it and pointing to the ridge of where my glans met the shaft, detailing to Claudia how Jason’s penis is circumcised as he had issues as a baby, this meant the ridge was much more pronounced on Jason. She ran her finger around the ridge to further explain her description, something clearly redundant and done to cause me some embarrassment.

I needed to pee badly so excused myself to do so, heading into my room and then my en-suite. The release of a caged free piss was joy, no excessive spray, no need to sit, no need to have a clean-up after, though I did take a moment to clean under my foreskin, something that had been really tough in the cage and, thanks to some advice from the chastity mansion forum, used cotton buds and warm soapy water.

When I got back to the room, it just felt weird. Like a normal gathering of friends, but I was a naked ornament on show for the others. Amy came over again, telling me that Sean, her other half being a chef, was on dinner service tonight and would likely not be back until after ten. I wasn’t sure if it was small-talk or a declaration that there were still more than two hours she could be here without interruption. In any case it was nice to chat to her as we didn’t normally have anything more than a ‘hi’ in the hallway or if we saw each other out and about.

Amy was actually very pretty and I found her to be very sexy. As normal she wore three-quarter length leggings, Reebok trainers and a tight Reebok T-shirt under an open Reebok tracksuit top. Her tits were straining at the T-shirt and there was a hint of camel-toe on her leggings, no clear and obvious underwear showing underneath. I had never looked her in a sexual way before, but my nudity had changed the usual dynamic. I asked her about her work to distract myself. She told me she was a head housekeeper at one of the bigger hotels, looking after a team of fifteen room attendants and two linen porters.

Amy then began telling me several stories of situations she had come across at the hotel. Telling me how people locking themselves out of their rooms naked was a weekly occurrence, how she’d walked in on people having sex, masturbating and even once coming in to find a naked woman strapped to a bed by Velcro straps attached to each corner, leaving her spread-eagled. She explained how the woman was blindfolded and had headphones in, and was totally oblivious to her presence. She went on to describe her body, telling me how her large tits were hanging to the side of her body, her pussy was totally shaved and her nipples were hard like pebbles. She was deliberately going into excessive detail, and stealing glances at my dick. I was sure it was deliberate to try and give me an erection, and she was winning, as I felt myself starting to grow.

Amy then told me about times she has walked in on guys laying naked and hard on the bed, including a guy she found curled up at the end of the bed, his legs up and over so he was aiming his penis at his own face. She told me how a part of her wanted to stay and watch, but the instinct was to run away, saying she watched unnoticed for about ten seconds before leaving. The ongoing detail she was giving was really beginning to affect my dick so I excused myself to get another drink.

David had the Champagne so I asked him for a refill, interrupting a conversation he was having with Kylie about the automatic lighting in the hallway sometimes not being long enough for him to get to his front door. He immediately noticed that I had a bit of a semi going on and said words to the effect of ‘somebody is pleased to see me’ and winked. Kylie laughed loudly and others in the room looked our way to see what was going on. I assumed this embarrassment would have had a calming affect on my dick, but for some reason the opposite happened and it started growing rapidly, Kylie even rubbing my arm to say it was okay and not my fault, David saying, “Yes it must be very hard for you right now.” Both of them laughing hysterically at the innuendo.

Conrad came over to see what was funny as my torso had been covering his view. He rounded the sofa and saw it immediately, letting out an “Ooooh!”. I looked down and I was past the ninety degrees mark and still rising. I wondered how there was enough blood in my body to achieve this as I knew my face was red as a Coke can. Leah came over and smirked at me, telling the others not to tease me, that I was just a guy and such things happen, it was totally normal.

Claudia then said she was surprised I had lasted as long as I had since it was the first time out of the cage in so long, her eyes meeting mine for a split second in recognition of the lie. Conrad asked if he could touch it, but thankfully Leah knew that exceeded a boundary and said it was a little unfair as I was not gay, David adding that he was stood right there in a fairly angry tone.

Chapter 15

We stood in silence for a moment and it suddenly felt a little weird in the room, like we had stepped over an imaginary line. Leah realised what was happening and took control as usual, asking if anybody wanted to play a game. She said she had recorded two episodes of The Chase and we could have two teams to see who won. There was agreement from everybody and so we all moved to the sofa, the guys and Amy stood behind it, the other girls on the sofa in front of us, Leah sat in the middle. She explained that she would use the pause button after each question and teams would take turns answering, a wrong answer giving the opposing team a chance to gain an additional point.

The teams were Amy, Kylie and Claudia against David, Conrad and myself, so Amy moved around and sat on the floor, her shoulders between Kylie and Leah’s legs. Us guys spreading out evenly behind, my erection still fully pointing out in front of me. Leah quickly created a scorecard on her phone and pressed play. She fast forwarded past the boring introductions and pressed play just in time to catch the first question.

“Hang on, what is the prize?” Conrad said, causing Leah to pause it again. She looked over her shoulder at him and said it was a good question, and what were his ideas? Amy suggested we all put in £10 and the winners would double their money, but Leah said we weren’t kids, we needed real odds, something bigger than a cash prize.

Amy spoke up first. "We could all put in ten quid and the winners double their money?" She shrugged like it was her only idea.

Claudia suggested, "The losers have to strip?" almost too keenly.

David scoffed immediately. "That’s stupid," he said, glancing at Conrad who nodded in agreement. "We’re not interested in seeing the women naked, and Tony’s already starkers. What’s the point?"

Leah didn't miss a beat. "Fair point. So, if the women win, we get three forfeits from Tony. If the men win, the ladies have to clean and valet the guys' cars. Sound fair?"

There was a murmur of agreement. It was a win-win scenario in their eyes, leaving me as the sole target of their collective amusement. I said that didn’t seem all that fair at all since nobody else would have to suffer forfeits and that my car is always spotless anyway.

But it was like I’d not said a word and Leah said that it was a deal, pressing play again, the first question being asked by the presenter, Bradley Walsh. The cash builder round ran through and we ended it with the women being just one point ahead. Helped by the contestants being a bit slow, and not answering too many questions.

We then moved onto the head-to-head, starting with a simple geography question, easy enough for a teenager.

"What is the capital city of Australia?" the presenter asked, three answers showing on screen. Leah pressed pause and Amy, Kylie, and Claudia all shouted the answer at once, “Canberra”, ignoring the options of Melbourne and Sydney. Meanwhile, David and Conrad were staring the screen, clearly also knowing the answer.

Having pressed play and the answer being confirmed, Leah announced. "One point to the girls."

I glanced down at myself, the simple act of being in a game had actually dampened my arousal; standing there completely exposed while my friends and neighbours desperate to win this game. I watched as Amy shifted slightly, her back arching against Leah and Kylie’s legs, turning to get a better view of me, even sitting up a little so she could see my penis over the top of the sofa back.

"Next Question," Leah said. "In the James Bond franchise, who played the character of Q in the 2012 film Skyfall?"

Conrad piped up instantly. "Ben Whishaw!". Followed by stating how he was actually gay. But his comment was ignored.

"Ben Whishaw," Leah confirmed. "Boys take the point." She then went through the next five questions, David getting one wrong that Amy claimed, giving them a 3 point advantage. Leah then had to skip through a commercial break and it was our turn again.

"Boys turn," Leah announced. The presented saying "Which planet is closest to the sun?" The options being Mercury, Venus and Mars. I was about to shout out that it was Mercury but wasn’t totally sure so asked the other two. Silence from Conrad, but David said he was sure it was Venus, while Conrad muttered something about Pluto, only for David to berate that Pluto wasn’t even an option. I was now less sure and let David’s answer be used. So stupid, Amy again saying it’s Mercury.

Leah waited a full ten seconds before pressing play, then smiling when the answer was revealed, looking over at me. "Mercury. Girls win the point." She declared with glee. The score was now 4 in favour of the women. The disparity was becoming embarrassing, and by the time the game reached the halfway mark, the score was 22 to 15. The women were laughing at the sheer incompetence of their opponents, while David and Conrad were red-faced, refusing to make eye contact.

Answers from the women just came so easy, Amy clearly a bit of quiz expert.

"Neil Armstrong."

"Bangladesh."

"Eight."

"Sixty miles-per-hour."

“Michael Phelps.”

"Blue Whale."

"1984."

Even as the last question from that round came up, the girls didn't even need to confer. "The River Severn!" they all said in unison. Leah paused the recording, looking at David and Conrad and I with a smirk. "It’s 39 to 27. You boys are losing by a landslide. Unless you want to just give up?"

David threw his hands up in mock surrender. "It’s a fix! It’s rigged! You're getting the easy questions!" Conrad was laughing too, though he looked genuinely defeated. "I can't believe we don't know the answers to so many of these. We usually ace the pub quiz!" I was also being ignored, when in reality I was the only one with anything to lose in our team.

I demanded we carry on, and Leah said that it was only fair, pressing play and offering question after question until the ‘Final Chase’ was done, the contestants losing to the Sinnerman who had nearly a minute to spare. Leah then let the show end and the credits roll, the weird ‘potato’ phrase being said by the host.

Leah turned in her seat to look at us. "The stakes stand. Women win three forfeits for Tony. Men will be cleaning their own cars. 55 to 34 is just embarrassing for you all."

David stood up, stretching his legs. "Well played, ladies. Truly. I'm heading out, I've got a headache that’s been building all night." Conrad followed suit, grabbing his jacket. "Same here. Great game, Tony. Sorry about the beating. We tried our best, but that Amy is a quiz master down there."

"Bye, guys," Claudia waved, not looking away from me. Leah seeing them out, thanking them for coming and hoping they had a fun night. As the front door clicked shut, leaving me alone in the living room with Amy, Claudia, and Kylie, the silence felt heavier.

"So," Amy said, breaking the quiet. "We've won. Three forfeits each."

I jumped in immediately to correct her. “No Amy, three forfeits in total!”

Leah walked over to the kitchen counter, grabbing a pen and a notepad. "He’s actually right Amy. Don't be greedy. But if we come up with five forfeits each, he can pick out three."

"Five it is," Amy said, hopping up off the floor to sit on the sofa next to Kylie. "Come on, girls, let's get these ideas down. Tony go wait in the kitchen."

They asked me to get the glass mixing bowl from the kitchen, which I did, Leah then asking me to leave the room to let them confer, avoiding putting the same options into the ‘pot’. The sound of pens scratching on paper was all I heard as I left the room. I sat there for a moment on the lone breakfast stool, my flaccid penis resting in front of me, a feeling of dread coming over me as I wondered what these forfeits might be. They were busy for a few minutes before Leah called me back in, holding the glass mixing bowl full of folded sheets of paper.

"Alright, Tony," Leah said, sitting back on the armrest of the sofa as I walked around to where she wanted me to stand, the four women in front of, my buttocks only a foot away from the TV screen. "Pick your forfeits. Three pieces of paper from the bowl."

I complained that this had been an unfair prize all along, but Amy just gave me a look.

“Do I pick one at a time or all three now?” I asked, unsure of the protocol. The women all looked to Leah who confirmed it was one at a time. I reached in, my hand shaking slightly as I picked up the first piece of paper. I unfolded it, my eyes scanning the handwritten text.

Chapter 5

It wasn't just a suggestion; it, after three read-throughs, seemed to be a solid contract. It felt like signing my life away, or at least one part of it. I picked up a pen from my desk, the click of the pen sounding unnervingly loud in the quiet room, and scribbled my signature. I took a photo of it with my phone, just in case, and then folded the papers neatly and walked back out. Leah was sitting on the sofa in the lounge, legs crossed, holding the metal cage she’d chosen, gesturing to the empty space on the rug in front of her. I walked over and stood there, feeling the breeze from the open window against my bare skin.

"Read it to me." she said, tapping the paper in my hand.

I read it out loud, my voice sounding a bit shaky. When I got to the list of terms, I paused. "Indefinite? You mean forever?" It sounded terrifying.

"Forever sounds good to me," she said, looking up and smirking. "Unless you want to back out? You can walk away now, Tony. But if you sign, it's binding, and I give you my word that I won’t do anything to ruin your life or steal your money. We are friends first and foremost, but your lack of a girlfriend, and I need to satiate my desire to test my dominant side. It has to be this way or it would be too easy for you to just give up. It has to have consequences to keep you following this path."

I thought about the humiliation of the measuring session, but also the thrill of it. I looked at the metal cage in her hand, cold, hard, unyielding.

"I'm in," I said.

"Good boy," she said. "Now, sign the contract and we can get you locked up."

I passed it over, pointing out I’d already signed it. She took the paper, scanned it, and slid it into a plastic folder with a snap button, leaving on the coffee table. I suddenly realised that for the first time with Leah it was sexual and I was starting to get an erection as she held up the metal cage.

"Strip the T-shirt off," she commanded.

I pulled off my T-shirt and dropped it on the floor. I stood there naked again, my penis continuing to respond to the proximity of the cage. Leah stood up and walked over to me.

"Spread your legs a bit then don’t move a muscle," she said, kneeling in front of me. Three different rings in one hand, the sleeve section and padlock in the other.

I moved my feet about 2 feet apart, the carpet scratchy against my feet, and stood statue still.

"Relax," she whispered, “I need to work out which ring is the best fit,” her fingers wrapping around my testicles. She lifted them, gathering them together, and slid the smallest metal ring over them. It took a moment to get past the sac, pulling on my pubic hair and causing me to gasp, the metal tight and firm. She tried to adjust the ring until it was snug, but it was clearly too small, the hoop digging deeply into the top of my penis. So she slid it off and tried the largest ring, but that was too easy to slide on and was loose behind my balls. The third one, the middle sized one, was just tight enough that it didn't slip, but not so tight it hurt.

“The Goldilocks ring,” she exclaimed as she placed the other two rings behind her and picked up the sleeve and padlock. I thankfully hadn’t got any harder, but was beyond flaccid, as she slid it over my shaft, wiggling it to the latch at the top. She let go as she undid the padlock on it nearly fell to the floor, but she grabbed it just in time, her reflexes catching it and in turn smacking me in the balls enough to make me lean over and grunt out in pain.

“Sorry,” she said, almost sarcastically, but clearly on autopilot, as she used both hands to line up the slot and pass the open look of the padlock into place, securing it with a loud click. It was cold, gently biting into my skin, and the sensation was intense.

"Perfect," she breathed, picking up the keyring with 3 keys attached. I looked down at my groin. My penis was encased in the steel, the ring snug in the base of my shaft and balls. I felt hollowed out, exposed, but strangely complete. It was the most submissive I had ever felt, and I loved it. If this was where the experience ended, I would have been somewhat satisfied, but the reality was that this was minute one, of day one in month one!

Chapter 6

She stood up and checked out her handiwork, then removed her phone and pointed it at my groin, causing me to instinctively cover up. But a sharp “Tony!” from her reminded me that this was not the way it should be, so I moved my hands to my sides as she took a few pictures from different angles, then asked me to cover my face with my hands so she could take several full frontal shots, a level of trust growing in me that she was going to honour the contract and not ruin me, well not in any meaningful way.

She eventually sat down on the sofa, I sly smile on her face as she just looked at me, naked, caged, and feeling very emasculated.

“Is it heavy?” she asked. I told her that, whilst the weight of it was obvious and I knew it was there, it wasn’t uncomfortable.

“Walk about the room,” she said, like a parent buying their kids new school shoes. So I padded around the flat getting a feel for my new appendage, and all of a sudden realising I needed to pee. I told Leah of my predicament, something I’d not even considered stupidly, but she just remarked that it had a big pee hole for a reason.

I went through to the toilet and leant over to aim, a very different aim to usual. I didn’t think to adjust myself inside first and I started by spraying all over, so held it in as I lined the hole of the cage with the end of my penis, the head having been slightly angled to one side when it was crammed in. From there it worked out well. I cleaned up, rinsed myself in the sink, dried it as best I could and went back out to the lounge. Leah was coming out of the kitchen with two plates of pasta salad and we met at the dining table.

It was strangely not at all awkward, despite me being naked, her dressed, me caged, her looking smug; but our conversation never faltered and it flowed like it always did at meal time. Our routine for the last few years was that we both did dinner twice a week, the other 3 days was just whatever happened, maybe take-out or something in town, but not uncommon for one of us to volunteer to cook. We discussed my working day, and Leah told me about some ideas she had for a campaign she was working on for a local micro-brewery that was looking to branch into canned drinks to sell in supermarkets. She was clearly very good at her job as her ideas were detailed and focused without being overly complex, a perfect mix.

I cleared away and washed up after our meal, ever aware of the scaffold encasing my penis, the metal being a constant reminder of my new situation, and I kept getting a stirring in my balls, but once semi-hard, the confined space in the cage would start to feel uncomfortable and it would go down again. When I was done I went through to watch TV with Leah but before that she handed me a combination lockbox, like the ones they use outside an Air B&B or workplace to store keys. About the size of small paperback with a front flap that was hanging open, a 4 tumbler combination used to secure it.

“Can you message Kylie to get that fitted in the entranceway please Tony?” Leah asked, referring to Kylie who owned our building, and was our landlady. She lived on the ground floor of the building and we were the second floor, with another flat above and below us. Above us was a gay couple in their late forties who were always working or travelling, below a young couple in their early twenties who worked in hotels in the city. We got on well with everybody in the building and nobody was loud or played the drums.

I said I would without even thinking, then suggested I might need to be dressed or should I get her to come in when I was at work, Leah saying she didn’t care, just to get it done, but either way it was probably better that she knew our new arrangement. I was lost at sea and unsure what to do. Kylie was a divorcee, maybe 45 years old, hippy type, but fun lady who was also handy with doing repairs in the property.

I emailed Kylie asking if we could fit the key cupboard or she had to do it, adding a pic of where we wanted it. Then I sat down and watched some TV with Leah, again the only difference to every other night we’d done this was that I was naked and caged. We chatted, laughed and commented on what we were watching. My phone buzzed with an email from Kylie. She was confused as to why we’d need a key-box inside the flat, asking if I actually wanted it on the outside, and to let her know. I replied that we did want it inside to keep something safe, but accessible in an emergency. I saw she had CC’d in Leah in her reply, so I hoped she’d see my reply and leave it there. Five minutes after that Kylie replied. She said she would come over after breakfast and fit the box, reminding us that locking the flat from the inside with non-standard or approved locks wasn’t allowed.

Bed time arrived and we went to our rooms, not a word about my nudity or the caged penis was mentioned, just the usual goodnights. I went to my room and stood in front of the mirror to see my new ‘equipment’. I was kind of proud of where I was, in this new ‘kink’ I was not really aware of before this past weekend, but I wanted to embrace it, see if it changed my life in any way. I even slept naked that night, not bothering with my usual T-shirt and pyjama bottoms, wondering why I didn’t always sleep naked, the freedom and sensation previously reserved for the morning after sex with a partner.

Chapter 7

The next day it was work as usual. I showered and dressed, convinced the bulge of the cage would be easily visible to everybody who saw me. I nearly called in sick, but when Leah saw me she asked if the cage had fallen off in the night, her eyes drawn to my groin. I stated it had not, but was scared it would be easily seen in my trousers, but she convinced me it wasn’t, and she was looking for it. All day I kept looking at people’s eyes if they were talking to me, checking to see if they looked at my groin, but nobody did.

At lunch time I got a WhatsApp from Leah to check it was all okay and I replied that it appears I had nothing to worry about. She gave me a thumbs-up emoji and the day continued without incident. I got back at my usual time and slumped on the sofa, Leah still working at her desk in the lounge. She did a loud bellowed cough which caused me to look over, she looked at me, or rather stared at me until the penny dropped. I stood up and went to my room to undress. It was warm enough so didn’t worry me as I walked back to the sofa.

“That’s better,” she said matter-of-factly, barely looking up from her work. “Grab one of those towels from over there to sit on please; I don’t want your backside to taint the sofa!” She had placed a small basket of hand-towels on the windowsill, four or five of them neatly folded. I took one and laid it down before sitting and channel hopping until a documentary about a Japanese battleship caught my attention.

After dinner Leah asked if I’d seen the key locker was now installed. I hadn’t noticed so walked through to check it out. There was a plastic guard that you could slide out of the way to expose the 4 tumblers, the digits showing as 9999. I pulled at the lever but it was locked tight. When I came back into the lounge Leah told me she had to explain why it was needed to Kylie, telling me how she had to give her the whole story, confirming we weren’t sexual partners and even showed her the contract. I felt my face redden as she told me Kylie had laughed and said it was very cool to have such a willing Subject, noting she would have to come and check it out some time. Leah noted Kylie had said it as a joke, but that Leah had confirmed she was welcome to come and check it out whenever she wanted.

I was mortified for some reason, a total lack of control, my balls contracting at the thought of it, but a hint of sexual excitement also buried in there. I slept fitfully. The metal was a constant companion, digging in a few times when I shifted in bed.

Chapter 8

When my alarm woke me I was in mild pain, my morning wood straining at the cage, pushing forward and nearly an inch of penis exposed between the metal ring and my pubic region, the cage simply refused to let my erection expand. It was a harsh reminder of the reality I’d stepped into, but I couldn’t say it hurt, more that it was uncomfortable. I got up and went for a shower, hoping it would go down quickly.

Not long after I was stood under the warm spray I heard my bedroom door open, then my en-suite door open. Leah’s shape visible through the semi opaque plastic shower door. I was about to complain at her ignoring my privacy, only for the terms of the contract to come to mind. She opened the shower door and said, “Morning Tony!” like we were in the kitchen making breakfast. I stopped washing as she looked at my nakedness, my erection still evident. “Ooooh, that’s interesting,” she said like a scientist scanning test results. “I wondered how a boner might effect you. I love how the flesh is pressed through the gaps in the rings, the whole device pressed out but nice and secure.” She closed the door a little so just her head was inside to avoid splashes. “I am off to see a prospective client and wont need dinner as we are going out for lunch. See you later.” And with that she closed the door and left. When I heard the main entrance to the flat slam shut I attempted to masturbate with the cage, but I couldn’t get enough friction and ended up just feeling more sexual frustration, so eventually gave up and went into the kitchen wrapped in just a towel. Just as I was finishing my coffee, I heard the buzzer. The internal one, not the entry phone one.

I went to the door and it was Kylie. I felt my cheeks redden the moment she saw me, her eyes dropping to my towel covered groin and back. She had a natural warmth that usually put you at ease instantly. I opened the door to find her carrying a radiator bleed key, and she stated she was over to do the radiators as upstairs were complaining about theirs being cold. This had to be bullshit, this was a first time this had ever happened, it couldn’t be a coincidence. She apologised again, asking if I had interrupted my shower, and I said it was okay I was done. She then asked if a towel was allowed under the terms of the contract, a naughty smile on her face.

I didn’t know what to say and we stood in silence for about ten long seconds. I knew Leah had shown her the contract and explained our situation, so it was pointless to try and hide it, but not sure what to do next. The only blessing being that my erection had now subsided. Kylie broke the silence by pointing to the lock-box on the wall, asking if I was happy with the placement. Clearly a bullshit ‘break the silence’ question, but I said it was fine. I let her in and she went into lounge and checked the first radiator. It hissed air for about a second then then gurgled, Kylie closing the screw as she asked how I was with this new arrangement.

“So far, so good,” I said, like I was telling her about how our new toaster was. I could tell she was desperate to see it, she kept glancing at my groin as the went to each radiator in turn. I was thinking maybe the best thing to do was bite-the-bullet and offer to show her, but before I could decide if that was the best course of action she took the moment and just asked.

“Can I see it,” heightened levels of curiosity clear in her tone, “I’ve never seen one in the flesh, so to speak.”

I pulled the knot on my towel and I was exposed, exposed to our landlady, the one who never wore a bra, the one who unblocked my toilet when it got clogged. But it felt strangely liberating as I hung my towel over my shoulder. She stepped over to inspect it, her eyes peeking over the glasses she had now moved to end of her nose. “Wow, that looks secure, like a vault!” I nodded and she looked for a moment longer before saying she was done. I said she hadn’t done the master bathroom, my room or Leah’s room. But she said it would be fine and saw herself out. As a cover-up goes, it was flawed and poorly executed.

The rest of the day was uneventful, but I chose to remain naked that night, even though alone. Leah came in around nine and she told me about her pitch meeting before we both went to bed.

Chapter 9

Friday evening after work, Leah was getting ready for a work do when I got home. "I'm heading to the pub with the marketing team to celebrate. We won the contract!" she announced, adjusting her earrings. "Do you want to come? You can hang out with us."

"Nah, I'll stay in," I said, trying to sound casual. "I don’t know how ready I am for a session." She kissed me on the cheek. "Suit yourself?" She grabbed her bag and left. The flat was eerily silent. I spent the evening doing some work to distract myself, but I was too preoccupied by the weight of the cage. Eventually, I gave up and went for a run. I put on my loosest shorts over my stretchy cycling shorts and headed out, hoping the movement would hide the outline. I ran through the park down onto the promenade and along the beachfront, feeling the wind on my naked legs, the cold metal against my skin. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and strangely exhilarated. The exercise did me the world of good and I was able to relax into a film and feel normal again.

I had just got into bed when I heard Leah crash into the flat. The flat door slammed shut enough to shake the pictures on the wall, followed immediately by the sound of high-pitched giggling and stumbling footsteps. I lay in bed, feigning sleep, as Leah stumbled down the hallway, her voice slurring slightly over the quiet murmurs of her guest. "I'm so sorry, I'll be quiet," Leah whispered, though the declaration was undercut by a loud snort that sounded suspiciously like a laugh. The floorboards creaked as they moved toward my room. My door didn't open slowly; it was pushed open with a thud, and the room flooded with light from the hallway.

I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, trying to adjust to the brightness, but the giggling had already begun. "Look at him, he's hiding," a voice said as the main light of my bedroom came on. It was Claudia, Leah’s best friend. I pulled the duvet up to my chin just as a hand reached out and yanked it back. "Come on, Tony," Leah commanded, her tone playful but firm. "Claudia hasn't seen your little prize yet."

I peered through my lashes, blinking against the harsh light, and saw two women standing at the foot of my bed. Leah was flushed and unsteady, but Claudia was a vision of intoxication, blonde hair slightly dishevelled, a dress that clung to a curvy, voluptuous body, and a smile that was wide and predatory.

"Hi," Claudia breathed, her eyes darting down to the sheet. "Leah was telling me about this whole chastity thing. I didn’t believe her so had to see for myself."

Leah sat on the edge of the bed, shaking her head at me. "Dick out, or penalties will ensue," she teased. I looked at her, pleading with my eyes, but she just grinned. "Five," she held up a hand. "Four." I froze, the covers still bunched in my fists. "Three." "Two." I threw the duvet back completely, exposing myself to the two women, my erection already straining against the metal cage. "There," I muttered, looking at the ceiling.

Claudia gasped, a hand flying to her mouth. "Oh my god," she whispered, sliding down to her knees next to my bed. She leaned closer, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Is that permanent? Look at it, Leah, it's so severe." She reached out a trembling finger and poked the cold metal cage. "Can I touch it?" she asked, looking up at me with a wet, drunk smile. I swallowed hard, but Leah kicked my shin gently.

"Of course you can touch it?" Leah said, “it’s not his decision in any case.” I felt the humiliation washing over me, I’d known Claudia so long and was now exposed for her pleasure. "Do what you like, Claudia. He's all yours." Claudia’s fingers brushed against the base ring, her skin warm against the cold steel. She ran her hand along the shaft, giggling as it didn't budge. "It's locked," she exclaimed. "And look at that," she pointed to my straining erection pushing against the metal ring and sleeve.

“Can it even get fully hard? That is hilarious." She looked my way, the question seemingly rhetorical, her laughter echoing in the small room. She moved her hands lower, her fingers wrapping around my balls, squeezing them gently. "Ooh, these are nice and tight too. I expect they are bulging full of man-juice." She alternated between fondling the cage and squeezing my testicles, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure and pain straight to my brain. "Can I take a picture?" Leah asked, pulling out her phone. "Of course," Leah mumbled, my face burning. Leah took a few shots from different angles, zooming in on the small padlock and the way my flesh was trapped. "Make sure you don’t get his face in shot," Leah told her. Claudia handed the phone to Leah. "Take one, of me and the cage." Leah obliged, snapping a photo with Claudia’s face just inches from my caged penis. "Send that to me later," she winked.

The room was feeling closed in, the overwhelming smell of fried food and alcohol not the nicest. I was painfully hard, the pressure inside the cage unbearable, and the visual of Claudia juggling her heavy breasts inside her dress was driving me wild. "God, look at that," Claudia murmured, her eyes glued to my groin. "It's so small and cute." She gave my balls one last squeeze. "Okay, we need wine, and my cheesy chips are getting cold." Leah declared, standing up and saying that they should leave me be.

"This is too much fun to stop now Leah." Claudia pleaded, but Leah was decent enough to demand I was left to get my beauty sleep. They stumbled out of the room, turning the lights out as the door clicked shut behind them, leaving me alone in the quiet darkness. I lay there for a long time, staring into the darkness, the ache in my groin throbbing. I tried to masturbate again, feeling my flesh oozing through the gaps in the metal, rubbing myself against the mattress, but the cage was too restrictive, and the frustration only got worse. Eventually, I gave up, cursing softly into the pillow.

I woke late the next morning. I shuffled into the kitchen, bleary-eyed, only to freeze in the doorway. As the coffee machine did its thing I went into the lounge to open the curtains, surprised to see Claudia was asleep on the sofa, her head pillowed on a cushion, her dress pulled up slightly around her waist, one leg thrown carelessly over the armrest. She looked peaceful, but her presence was a stark reminder of the night before. I made some toast and added sugar to my double espresso, hoping to avoid waking her, but a rustle of fabric and a heavy groan made it clear she was now awake.

She blinked her eyes open, sitting up slowly and rubbing her neck. She looked around the room, taking in the coffee machine and me, before her gaze settled on my face. A slow, sleepy smile spread across her lips. "Oh, morning," she mumbled, stretching her arms above her head. Her movements were exaggerated and languid. "I'm so sorry about last night," she giggled, rubbing her eyes. "I don't remember much, but I remember enough. She looked down at my waist, then back up at me, her eyes twinkling. "You look cute in it, Tony. Like a little boy with a toy." I didn't know what to say, so I just sipped my coffee, staring into the cup.

"Leah told me everything. That you're under her control." She awkwardly climbed off the sofa, her excess weight working against her as she wobbled slightly, and walked over to me. "She said you have to do whatever she says. Does that mean she can make you do whatever she wants?" I kept my mouth shut, my heart hammering against my ribs. Claudia leaned in closer, invading my personal space, her breath smelling of fried food and alcohol. "Well, you haven't said no," she noted, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "And you're still wearing it, aren't you?" She reached out and gave the cage a gentle pat. "I think that means you like it, Tony. That means you're happy to be under her spell." She laughed softly, a sound that vibrated in her chest. "I'm going to have to come over more often to check on you."

“That’s not how it works Claudia,” I responded, “We are friends and this is me helping her flesh out a kink she seems to be into, friends helping each other out. Plus, I’m not her slave or anything, we are mostly equals, but she just has power over my dick and balls.” Claudia laughed and said it was the same thing, just presented differently. I knew her well enough not to bother arguing as she was never magnanimous about anything. So I instead offered to make her a coffee, which she accepted and so I got busy making her a large black coffee.

I ate my breakfast while Claudia quizzed me over every aspect of the contract, so much so it was becoming just another mundane conversation. She kept giving me specific scenarios and the potential outcomes, but each time it kind of ended with, “Unless Leah over-rules it!”

I told her I was going for a run and left her to her coffee. Changing and leaving before Leah was awake. The run was just what I needed to clear my head, the clear blue sky of a springtime morning; but enough chill in the air to remind me it wasn’t summer yet. By the time I got back from my usual loop, the flat was empty, a note from Leah saying they had gone for brunch at the marina.

The Chaste

PART 1

Chapter 1

We’ve been best friends since I left university six years ago. I’m 28, nearly six foot tall and very average in terms of looks. I work in insurance and to people looking in, it appears I live quite a mundane life, a nine-to-five and going out on Saturday nights.

People think it’s weird that I’ve house-shared with Leah for so long without us being in a relationship, but we’ve been inseparable for half a decade. We’re the kind of friends who don’t have boundaries, hanging out in each other’s spaces, talking about everything, and being way too comfortable around one another. To everyone else, I’m just her safe, boring, well-behaved best friend who’s "wasted" potential because I'm not her boyfriend. They don’t get the inside joke. They don’t know that Leah holds the keys to my world, and has for a long time now. It started innocently enough.

It all came from one lazy weekend in March 2023, Leah was scrolling through some random lifestyle articles online when she stumbled upon a piece about chastity couples, cuckolding and male chastity devices. She snorted, showing it to me like it was the most ridiculous thing she’d ever seen. "Think you could handle being locked up for a week, Tony?" she teased, grinning. I laughed it off at first, but the idea stuck with her, and eventually following the best part of a litre of vodka between us, I agreed to give it a go, mostly because I loved how much it made her laugh and how in control she felt, plus the whole concept hit the sexual part of my brain somehow. She said asking her boyfriend was redundant as his work in the military wouldn’t allow it.

The transition was a bit of a process, though. Leah wanted to make sure she had the perfect gear before she committed to locking me up. First we tried the two local sex shops, but their offerings were very limited, so she declared that we’d have to get them online.

Chapter 2

This led us to the initial humiliating part of the process for me, which was the measuring session. Leah insisted on being precise. She made me strip completely naked in the middle of the living room one afternoon. She pulled out a measuring tape and gave me a look that said not to disappoint her. She wanted to see what would actually work for my anatomy.

"Flaccid first," she commanded, holding the tape measure against my groin. I stood there, feeling ridiculous, something I guess that helped to avoid an erection, particularly as I’d never thought of Leah in a sexual way before, and but for a moment catching me drying after a shower in which I didn’t think she’d seen anything much, this was the first time she’d seen me full frontal naked.

“90 millimetres from tip to bush,” She announced, writing it on the back of a letter from the council about refuse collections. She then turned the cloth tape measure and did it again. “3.5 inches, I think that’s about average Tony?” She looked up at me, her nose just inches from my flaccid penis. Next she wrapped it around the shaft, her cold hands causing me to gasp out loud, but she ignored it, calling out “also 90mm around,” followed by, “3.5 inches.” Again, updating her piece of paper. Next she used two fingers to pinch the tip and lift it upwards, like it was erect. I asked what she was doing and said it might be worth seeing how big I was erect so I didn’t injure my penis if I got erect in the cage, relating back to the article where a guy had noted agonising pain from being crammed into too small a device.

I told her I was larger and fatter erect, Leah matter-of-factly saying my ex-girlfriend had told her I had a decent dick a couple of years earlier. She also noted how much smaller I was than her boyfriend, Jason, a soldier in the Royal Marines who was often away on deployment, and who was convinced that I was gay and not worried I’d take his girl.

She told me to get erect, but it wasn’t happening, not sure why as the scenario was actually incredibly sexual, but it was just the weirdness. Since I wasn't exactly cooperating, she decided we needed a little help.

“Wait there! Don’t move!” She said.

She pulled out her laptop and opened a video streaming site, asking what porn I liked. "Come on, Tony," she said, patting the empty space on the couch next to her. “Come on, what’s your thing?” I was utterly humiliated by this request, but I was still alert and suggested she search out male chastity videos. She clicked swiped and clicked her touchpad until she found a list of video thumbnails, pointing at the first one and I said to try it.

It started slowly as woman in a bikini undressed a guy to his underwear and had him lay out on a massage table in a small room. Once laid out she slid off his boxer shorts to reveal a pink plastic cage, the ring tight around his balls and lifting them slightly. The cage was solid with a keyhole shaped opening at the end, about 3 inches long with a gentle curve to it. The woman secured his wrists to straps on the massage table, then using a key on a chain around her neck, removed his cage, his erection causing it to almost launch of his penis, the pink ring of plastic around his balls and shaft left in place.

 "Get it up." Leah cried at me, but all I had was a stirring. The video was starting to heat up and I could tell Leah was more enthusiastic about it than I was. So I sat back on the sofa to get comfy, totally naked, watching the screen while Leah balanced her laptop on her knees next to me. I relaxed into it and took in the video. The bikini clad woman groping at him, pouring massage oil onto him and stroking him slowly, painfully slowly in my opinion. I instinctively grabbed at my dick and began to massage it in time with the woman on screen, my dick now passing a semi-state in my hand.

Leah was seemingly interested in my own actions, as well as those as the couple on screen. The video progressed, as did my erection until Leah declared, “That’ll do it!” Putting down her laptop on the coffee table and closing the screen. She ordered me to stand and knelt down in front of me and measured me again, this time while I was fully erect. It was completely undignified, but it was also incredibly intimate. She giggled as she recorded the data, laughing because I was so hard from the video, teasing me for getting an erection when the woman in the video had shown nothing more than you’d see at the beach.

She called out the numbers again as she wrote them down on her scrap of paper. “167 millimetres or just over 6.5 inches.” She noted these on her piece of paper then did the girth and noted those at 140mm, and 5.5inches respectively. Standing up and checking her numbers again she casually told me I could get dressed again. I suggested I go to my room and take care of my erection first, but she said I could do that later, she wanted to get the cages ordered before the 5pm next day delivery cut-off.

Chapter 3

I managed to cram myself back into my underwear and jeans, then finished dressing, my erection going nowhere and tenting my trousers very obviously. Leah ignored it and moved to the dining table in the corner of the lounge to search for the cages, pulling another chair around next to hers. I sat down without being asked as she sent over a range of items on the Lovehoney website, logging in using a remembered username and password. This got me to wondering what else she had ordered from the site.

She spent a full hour making notes, looking up reviews (who knew people reviewed chastity cages), and telling me the styles she liked and didn’t like. The whole time my erection was constantly there, would deflate a little, then she’d make comment on a review or give her opinion on how a penis would look in a device, and I’d be hard again. Based on the measurements, she made her final decisions and picked. Having noted that the whole point was to prevent erections, she said, noting that nothing bigger than my flaccid state would be allowed.

First she chose a metal one that was about eight or nine rings with a beam on the underside to give it a curved shape, stating it was for the weight and the sensation as reported by the reviews. It was called a “DOMINIX Deluxe Chastity Cock Cage 3.5 Inch” and came with a small padlock that sat on top. Next she chose a silicone one, noting from reviews it would be more comfortable for when she wanted me to wear it for longer periods, such as “Locktober”.

Whilst she made her selection, I used my phone for a quick Google of locktober, which in basic terms is men being locked up for the whole month of October without release. The rabbit-hole of Reddit posts and sex articles likely scarring my search history forever, and even expanded on how some men suffer ‘No-Nut-November’, ‘December Denial’ and so-on. Leah berated me for not concentrating and asked me about the “Impound Sentinal Cock Cage 3 Inch”, but I noticed it was already in her virtual basket. I made her aware it was a half inch too small, but she said it would avoid me slipping out if I was cold and had 4.5 stars from its reviews. I just left her statement hanging.

“Get your credit card and I’ll get these ordered Tony.” I looked at her with what must have been a puzzled look on my face. She went on to state in quite an abrasive manner that she wasn’t going to be wearing them, so why would she be paying for them. I did as I was told, at first thinking in my head we should go fifty-fifty on them, but when I returned from my room with my wallet, and seeing the stern look of impatience on her face, I bottled it.

Post-Covid, Leah had worked her digital marketing job from home, but Monday morning I took myself to work and really struggled to concentrate on things, part of me was horny, another part scared of what I was about to do. What started as a joke was turning into a lifestyle choice for me, but I suppose I could always just back out at any time if I got fed up with it. About lunch time I got a WhatsApp from Leah saying that they would be delivered tomorrow, the next day thing not including weekends. So I had 24 hours reprieve, or did I? I realised we’d set no rules, boundaries or timeframes, so maybe it would be a fad and soon forgotten, like her bread-maker, knitting or Sunday morning runs.

Nothing was said that night and we did our usual routine of dinner, clear-up, housework and TV together, then I had an early night. I spent an age searching for that video we’d started the day before but in the millions of porn videos online couldn’t find it quickly, by the time I had, I was hard as a rock and desperate for release.

I scrolled forward to where Leah had ended it and the woman continued to tease him for a while then blindfolded him. She climbed on top in a 69 type position and then grabbed at her gusset, pulling to one side, and lowering her pussy to his face, his tongue hungrily lapping at her pussy as she slowly stroked him or squeezed his balls. This kept up for some time until she orgasmed on his face with a look of utter satisfaction. She climbed off the table and began stroking the guy again, frequently stopping abruptly until after letting go of him a few seconds before, his dick flexed a few times, then shot a huge load as the woman laughed at him. She said “Awwww, did I ruin that one?” That sent me over the top and I shot a huge load all over myself. The bikini clad woman then scooped up his cum and started to force it into his mouth, rubbing her fingers around his mouth, collecting up more and repeating, the man trying to lick her fingers clean.

She wiped her hands on his T-shirt, then picked up the cage he’d had on and began to squeeze his still mostly erect penis into the pink plastic sleeve. Normally, once I’ve cum whatever video is left on a porn site doesn’t matter to me, but this one had my attention. The woman was so confident in her actions, like it was just the normal way of doing things, the whole thing of making him eat his own mess was scary to me but oh so hot at the same time.

Once the bikini clad woman had squeezed him back in and secured with the key around her neck, she removed the blindfold, un-cuffed him and left the room. He dressed, dark stains of cum on his T-shirt and the video ended, the website throwing up a selection of similar videos. I wasted an hour watching videos that included what I learnt to be CFNM, CEI, Ruined Orgasms, and guys having orgasms inside their cages, their dicks pressed in tightly and women using large massage style vibrators on them. After another stroking session I eventually put my iPad to one side and slept.

Chapter 4

The next day I got another WhatsApp from Leah, a photo of a box on our doorstep, then 20 minutes later another with the two devices neatly arranged on our kitchen counter. No words, comments or text, just the two pictures. I had to really concentrate that afternoon on a big project I was managing for an ocean-going crane, and thankfully it was enough for me to forget about those photos until I reached the entrance to the flat, where the box had been photographed in front of me.

I stepped in and Leah was on a video call with her boyfriend who was on exercises in Norway. It was normal mundane stuff, so I gave her space and started dinner, glad the two devices were not still on the counter. Once it was all prepped and ready I went back out to the lounge where Leah was just reading some print-outs. I gave her a friendly hi and she responded in kind, not looking up from her work.

I took a quick shower in my en-suite and then picked out some tracksuit bottoms and a T-shirt to put on. Just as I was putting on the T-shirt Leah barged in, no knock like every other time she’d come into my room, just like it was her space. I instinctively covered my dick and balls and she just smirked at me and called me a pussy, reminding me she’d seen it all already. I asked her why she didn’t knock and she just said she shouldn’t need to now, handing me the A4 printouts she’d been reading.

“Read those, sign them, and come out to the lounge for a fitting. You can keep the T-shirt if you are cold but your penis needs to be free.”

I took the paper, two sheets of typed A4 crisp and white in my hand and Leah went back to the lounge stating that she would finish dinner. I stared at the first page. It was typed like something from a lawyer’s office or a school, but the font was casual, Arial, and the header was indeterminate.

THE CHASTE PROTOCOL

PARTIES:

Tony A - Subject

Leah S - Keyholder

KEYHOLDER:

Leah S. holds exclusive rights to control and manage the sexual liberation of the Subject. She can keep the penis of the subject secured in any appropriate device for as long as she deems appropriate.

SUBJECT:

Tony acknowledges Leah. as his Keyholder and Master of his sexual destiny. He agrees to relinquish all autonomy concerning his genitalia to her total discretion.

TERM:

Indefinite, subject to review on a monthly basis, or until The Keyholder decides the term has run its course. Where the shared property is no longer occupied full time by either party, the contract will become null and void.

DEVICE(S):

DOMINIX Deluxe Chastity Cock Cage 3.5 Inch (Metal) or Impound Sentinal Cock Cage 3 Inch are pre-agreed devices,

The Keyholder can request replacements and will be bound by verbal agreement of The Subject. The Keyholder agrees not to suggest, purchase or use devices intended to cause pain or injury.

TERMS AND CONDITIONS:

Obligation: The Subject agrees to wear The Keyholder’s selected device at all times, day and night, under all circumstances, without exception*.

Unlocking: The Subject acknowledges that the key to the device is in The Keyholder’s possession at all times. He has no right to unlock himself, except where permission is given. The Keyholder will keep a spare key for the device in use in a combination lockbox in the shared property for emergencies or authorised unlocks. The Keyholder will offer up the combination at their discretion.

Stimulation: The Subject agrees to refrain from any manual stimulation of his penis or testicles without explicit verbal permission from The Keyholder or person deputised by the Keyholder.

Reporting: The Subject agrees to report his erection levels, physical discomfort, and emotional state to The Keyholder daily on request.

Compliance: Failure to comply with these terms may result in disciplinary action as determined by The Keyholder or fines.**

Acknowledgement: The Subject signifies his understanding and acceptance of these terms by signing below.

Living Arrangements: The Subject is to remain nude (except for The Keyholder’s selected device) when in the shared property at all times, this includes during the visitation of guests, contractors or the landlady of the property. The Keyholder has the option to allow clothing where caged nudity would be inappropriate. Where temperatures are below 17 degrees centigrade in the property, clothing may be worn for the safety of The Subject.

Privacy: The Subject gives up all rights to privacy when in the shared property, but must adhere to the strictest levels of privacy in relation to The Keyholder’s privacy.

Penalties: If The Subject breaks any of the listed rules, not withstanding agreed exceptions, The Subject agrees to disciplinary action*** or to pay money to the charity of The Keyholder’s choice.

Buyout: If The Subject wants to back out at any time in year one they must write to The Keyholder to apologise and give their reasoning, then take The Keyholder on a £1000 shopping spree.

* Exceptions: The Keyholder will unlock The Subject for a timeframe deemed appropriate.

Where the subject has to travel overseas

Where The Subject requires a medical examinations

Where the wearing of a device may cause concern or potential problems,

** Fines (where Disciplinary Action is not possible or is rejected by the Subject) :

Removal of device without permission £250

Lying to The Keyholder for a reason to remove device £350

Ejaculating without permission £100

Ejaculation in sleep ‘Wet dreams’ £10

Dressing when temperature above 17 degrees C £30

*** Disciplinary Action (As stated, but not restricted to)

Spanking

Cleaning of the shared property

Massaging The Keyholder (feet and back only)

Having testicles squeezed

Having testicles slapped

Ruined orgasms

Assisting The Keyholder’s friends in their properties

It then had a line with Leah's full name and a hand written signature next to "KEYHOLDER" and an empty line for a signature labelled "SUBJECT".

Part 4

Nina had dealt the first hand and started to go around the table to see who wants more cards and who doesn’t. Jimmy, who’d been dealt a 10 and a 5, was dealt a queen, busting; Paige sticking with the 18 she was dealt, Marty ends on 18, MJ got 13 from the deal, to 15 with a 2 and busts with an 8, Carlos was dealt 17 and held, Luna finished on 20, then it was me. I’d been dealt just 7 with a 2 and a 5, so took another card, getting a 6, leaving me on 13, so hit again and got an ace, and ended going bust with a jack. “Fuck!” I shouted. Nina as dealer had started on an Ace and a 3 so had to draw, getting a 9, so drew again and bust with a Jack.

Nina controlled what everybody did and stated Jimmy, Marty and I all had to lose one item two shoes and a baseball mitt now on the table. Nobody had said discarded clothing was to be put on the table, but that’s what we all did.

The game went on for another 5 rounds and Jimmy and I were not in a good place. The last hand I lost my shirt from Nina busting after being dealt a 13 and drawing a King from Marty’s deal. Jimmy was down to his boxer-briefs after losing to the dealers 19 and Paige going bust after drawing an 8 when on 17, the second time he’d had a double whammy loss. He was actually sweating and he was knocking back beers on every other hand.

He had a stay of execution though as MJ, as dealer bust, saving everybody except Carlos who had only lost his shoes at this stage. But his luck ran out on the next round, MJ passed out the cards and I was on twenty with two picture cards, but when Jimmy looked at his hand he looked at MJ with a frown and said, “This is BS!” showing me a 7 and a 6. He drew an ace and then another 6 on his turn making him let out a huge sigh of relief, only for Paige to draw a 10 whilst on 16, busting.

I did okay but Nina also bust and, as the cards were bundled up and passed to Carlos, all eyes were suddenly on Jimmy. He looked at Paige who leant over and gave him a little hug, then said, “Show ‘em what you’ve got!” She said it more as an order than a request, and to be fair to the guy, he hardly blinked, standing up, dropping his briefs and sitting back down, throwing his briefs onto the pile.

“Fuck Me!” Luna said, slurring her words more than ever, “Did you see that fucking thing?” MJ was just staring at him and I understood why. His dick was enormous, like porn star plus. I would guess it was close to ten inches, long and as fat as a tennis racket handle, his pubic hair neatly shaped into a block the size of a small sticky note! Jimmy’s exposure caused enough commotion that I thought I might get away with not putting me shorts in the pile, but Nina, with the greatest of integrity, ratted me out. I took my phone from my pocket and tossed them onto the ever growing pile. Carlos pulling a sock back from the pile having got BlackJack.

The group was very quiet as Carlos passed out the cards. Jimmy was naked, I was down to my underwear, Carlos still had five items and Marty down to four. On the next hand I noticed that Carlos had a good tactic as dealer. He deliberately went bust, drawing an 8 when on 19, reducing the risk for us all and meaning none of us lost an item, only Luna had bust, but Carlos was immune as dealer. We all picked up on the technique and Nina pronounced he had cheated, but we held our ground and said she had written the rules, he didn’t do anything wrong.

“If he was a Vegas dealer he’d have been sacked for that!” Nina said a little enraged, but still smiling.

“He’s just delaying the inevitable.” MJ said. And in hindsight she was right. I was getting quite aroused as the game played out, not from seeing the guys removing clothing, but from the realisation I’d likely be naked very soon, exposed to the women, Paige and Luna getting to see my dick. I had also been running forfeit scenarios through my head, even though I had absolutely no idea what they might be. Would it be run around the yard naked, or stick Nina’s 10” dildo up my ass, I had no idea, though assumed a dildo in the ass was maybe a step too far.

The next hand I got blackjack, Carlos again going bust, though this was more believable after drawing 5 low cards followed by a King. No clothing was lost and I pulled out the baseball mitt from the bottom of the pile, my strange choice of clothing causing a few laughs.

Next to deal was Luna. I did okay with 18 and held, Nina and Paige both had 20 and nobody bust, only for Luna to get Blackjack! The odds must have been in the millions as I realised my fate, but looking over to Jimmy who was now out of the game and due a forfeit, realised he likely had it worse. I threw in the mitt. MJ very quickly reminding me I was on a double loss. I stood up and realised I was slightly tenting my briefs, apologising for my state as I dropped them and kicked them up, catching them and throwing onto the pile, pleased I’d taken my clippers to my bush that morning so it was neat and tidy, short and presentable. I got claps from the ladies, all of whom were laughing and cheering like their team just won the World Series. As I sat down, all eyes went to Jimmy.

Nina looked at him and said, “It’s okay Jimmy, you don’t have to do anything you don’t…..” only for Paige to interrupt. “He does Nina, don’t let him off. He lost fair and square and has to stick to the rules!”

Jimmy put his hand on Nina’s shoulder and said it was fine.

“You had the strongest hand Luna, you can select the forfeit, but don’t go mad. He’s only a youngster.” Nina said continuing to take the role of games-master. Luna looked deep in thought for a minute, then her eyes widened and she just said, “Helicopter!”

“Helicopter?” MJ questioned, “What is that.”

“You know, where he swings his dick in circles like a helicopter.” Luna said. Paige agreeing and suggesting he likely knew what that was. He did. He stood confidently, his massive penis looking bigger than earlier, he definitely was not totally soft anymore. He stepped back a little, shoving his chair back with the backs of his legs to make room, and planted his feet. Next he leant back a little and put his hands on his hips, the massive dick hanging between his legs front and centre, then he swing his hips like he was doing the hula-hoop.

Jimmy’s huge dick swung like a pendulum that had no resistance at all, the meaty schlong wafting about more like a propeller than a helicopter, but it went around and around, his large balls swinging underneath and slapping against his thighs. I though he was done after just a few seconds, but he had simply lost his rhythm, and so restarted. As a straight guy I’d never seen anything like it, certainly not in the flesh, and I looked around the table to see everybody else’s reaction. Carlos wasn’t looking, his head in his hands, MJ was filming it on her phone and the rest just stared open-mouthed.

Jimmy kept going for about a minute before asking if he could stop now. Nina patted his thigh and said he’d been a real good sport as he stood there. He petite hand looked like nothing next to his monster, her fingers only inches from it, and I wondered if a petite woman like Nina could even take a huge thing like that, plus it likely got bigger when hard.

Jimmy just stood there on display, the swinging clearly having affected him as his dick had now risen off his balls. My dick must have looked pathetic next to his, and so I was glad I was still sitting down and not there to be compared against. Luna reminded us all she had another deal and Nina helped gather up the cards from the previous hand and shuffling, something Luna was clearly terrible at.

“Now it gets interesting!” Marty said with a huge smile. He looked at Carlos and said, “We’ve got this buddy!” MJ snorted and said they didn’t stand a chance. Marty was down to 3 items and Carlos 5; whereas the ladies had 32 items to lose between them. But the dynamic felt very different now the ladies would be stripping too.

The hand couldn’t have gone better as all the ladies but Nina bust, Marty got Blackjack and Luna held on 18. With Nina’s 19 and my 20, I was saved from a forfeit. Nina removed a sandal, MJ her hat, and Paige threw in the scarf. Marty’s Blackjack saving him from MJ going bust. I was now immune for 2 hands as dealer, and despite being naked already and now unable to get Blackjack, I felt I was getting a real stay of execution.

Again it went well, but the double jeopardy of the women losing effecting their men was really going to make this tough for us to get one of the women naked, let alone two. After my second deal Carlos was still on 5, Marty 2 and the women all doing fine. I handed the collected deck back to Nina and the game continued.

People were definitely paying more attention, the possibility of women losing was getting real now, even if it was just going topless. Nina did the girls no favours with her deal and everybody except Nina, Carlos and I had to lose an item, the possibility of my forfeit looming large with every deal again. Marty now just down his stars and stripes boxer briefs, the unusual garment getting a couple of comments. “Do they do those in a Texas flag too Marty?” Nina asked in jest.

Nina’s second hand also wasn’t brilliant for the ladies as Paige lost again, Carlos going bust and Nina also busting, more clothing landing in what was now becoming quite a pile, Nina even decided to stand up to spread the garments out so we could see each other over the pile.

Jimmy came out with more drinks and handed them around, his huge dick now soft again, wafting about as he moved and catching the ladies’ eyes as he did. He then said to me that we had a problem as we were out of ice and down to just a dozen beers, a couple of bottles wine and a few fingers worth of Jack.

“Shit!” I exclaimed, “We are nearly out of booze guys.”

The guests all stated that they would be fine for now, Nina suggesting Jimmy brought out some big bottles of Pepsi Max she kept in the garage, also telling him there would be several bags of ice in a chest freezer in there. “Mike, show him where to get the drinks, I think there may be a case of that Rose Pinot Grigio we got when went to Napa last year.”

I’d been naked for nearly 45 minutes and totally forgot I was in that state, so when I stood up next to Jimmy there was a little cheer from MJ, Luna also spotting the reason and joined in. “Woah guys, quite the contrast!” MJ said with a laugh, Marty elbowing her and telling her she was a horrid little minx.

Stood side by side, Jimmy a good few inches taller and more importantly, a good few inches longer, more than double my size actually, and I was slightly fluffed from all that was going on. Not wanting to be stood on ceremony too long I turned and headed inside, Jimmy following, seeing I was just in time to avoid getting caught by MJ’s camera phone as I looked back at the group. “Peachy!” MJ shouted as we went inside.

Jimmy followed me through the den into the Garage, the room dark but for a slither of light coming in from under the door. “The light is broken Jimmy,” I said as I walked in, “There is a green button on your right to open the door and let more light in.”

“Wont we be seen though?” he asked with a hesitant tone. I reminded him the whole cul-de-sac was here and nobody ever came around on a Sunday. He hit the button and the room filled with light, a large space where my car would go, Nina’s BMW Z4, all my tools, garden equipment and a chest freezer. I grabbed two bags of ice and handed them to Jimmy, then picked up a case of 6 huge Pepsi Max bottles, Nina’s biggest vice. I spotted the wine and asked Jimmy to come back for it.

I dumped the box in the kitchen and left Jimmy to it, returning to the table and sitting down, everybody mid hand and waiting on me. I could see Marty had Blackjack, MJ bust with a queen a 4 and another queen, Carlos with 21 and Luna on 20. I looked at my cards and had a 3 and a 4, not great. “Hit Me!” I said, still stood at the table, Paige throwing a 9 into the pile of clothes, maybe the worst thing she could have given me. But seeing so many picture cards already in the game I took a risk and had another card, a 2, leaving me on 18. MJ was egging me on to take another card, reminding me 5 cards was a ‘trick’ and a win, no matter what the dealer drew.

I hesitated, still stood up on show as I reasoned with the odds in my drunk state, but I erred on the side of caution and said I’d hold on 18, showing my hand. Nina then showed she’d been dealt 18 and decided risking another card would be unfair on me, so held. Thankfully Paige bust with a 9, the card I would have had if I’d taken the 5^(th) card. With Jimmy out and only MJ losing, the only thing added to the pile was MJ’s other strappy sandal.

Paige, Marty and MJ all dealt out but nothing much happened with just Luna losing across all 5 hands causing Carlos to throw in his sock. Carlos took the deck, and it all went to shit, nobody going bust, but he dealt himself 19 from 5 cards, meaning only Nina and Paige, both on 20, didn’t lose, but for me, I was now facing a forfeit, as was Marty who lost not only his own hand, but through MJ only getting 18, her hand too.

In all the commotion that followed, what clothing people had left fell from my mind as Marty stood up and confidently dropped his stars and stripes boxer briefs, his penis flopping out, clearly at half-mast or more, his dick looking like a Mr Average as it pointed forward. Luna jumped up from her chair unsteadily. “Hey,” she shouted, “Since MJ also lost, both Marty and Mike have forfeits coming their way!”

Luna was right, I was facing my forfeit and so was Marty. My heart began to pound, MJ taking a moment to ask Paige to snap a few pics of her and Marty together, him naked, her barefoot in a white dress. It was decided that Nina and Paige would decide the forfeits as we both stood at the table naked, Jimmy off to one side watching on, naked himself. 3 Naked men, 4 clothed women and a clothed guy.

The women conferred for a moment and then Paige announced Marty’s forfeit.

“Marty, you are to go to our house and knock on the door. Pam will let you in you can hand her the plate of food Nina made. Then she will show you to the utility room where you will find 2 bottles of vodka and 2 bottles of bourbon. You are to bring them back here, 2 bottles at a time without covering up in any way. I will let her know what to expect.”

With that, Paige pointed to the side gate and told him to wait until she shouted out and then he could go. Paige took her phone from her purse and made a call. We heard just her side and it was clearly a little odd, but she kept laughing and then hung up, shouting to Marty to go. But he came back saying the ground was burning his feet. Nina pointed out a pair of sliders I had discarded by the pool and he slipped them on, feet slapping as he went to see Pamela.

Paige told us all that Pamela had assumed it was a joke, then realised it wasn’t and was very much happy to have her first meeting with the new neighbour when he arrived at her door totally naked. Jimmy smiled and said he was sure his mother would enjoy a naked guy even at 67 years old, having been widowed nearly five years.

I wasn’t sure if I’d have to wait for Marty to complete his forfeit before I got mine, so just stood there awaiting my fate, my heart pounding and my dick slowly rising with the anticipation. I was trying to focus on work tasks, sorting my tools or anything, but my dick was in its own world, it kept rising as Paige and Nina discussed my fate.

MJ shouted across the table at them, “Make him suck Jimmy’s big dick!”

My heart nearly exploded, and I looked at Jimmy who in turn was looking at me with a frown.

“That ain’t happening!” Jimmy stated, and Nina followed up by telling MJ to ‘behave’. I was grateful as I was never one to back out of things, but that was not something I’d do willingly. It even helped my dick situation, the near full erection dipping a fair bit.

As Jimmy and I stood there he whispered into my ear. “Umm, just so you know, you got a delivery from Amazon just now.” I thought it a weird aside at this moment, then reality hit as he continued, “I was getting the wine when I heard a woman calling out, asking if I was Mrs Bent as she looked at me through the open garage door.” He went on to say she had a huge smile on her face and didn’t seem upset, so unlikely she’d be reporting it. He finished by saying he closed the garage door after she’d gone and the package was on the chest freezer.

Nina and Paige suddenly high-fived each other, and Nina ran into the house, stating she wont be a moment. We all waited in silence until she returned with her phone and two Sharpies, one black, one blue, both permanent type with large tips. I assumed it was for the others to write down ideas, but they had a better idea.

“Okay,” Paige said taking charge. “Mike will be blindfolded and has to stand still whilst every one of the ladies gets 3 minutes to write, draw or scribble on his body with a Sharpie. But nothing on the neck, arms or head.” She looked at me and smiled, wafting one of the Sharpies in front of her face. “Who wants to go first?”

Nina said she’d go last, so Luna Paige, who was very keen, said she’d get the ball rolling. Nina grabbed the scarf I’d given Paige earlier and wrapped it around my face three times, tying it in a knot over my nose. I could see a little light at the top, but other than that I was blinded by the scarf, Nina whispering into my ear that she will make sure nobody draws where it will effect work in the morning. This reminded me that I had a presentation on Monday, my colleague was the lead thankfully, but I’d be on stage to answer any questions afterwards. The scarf was also covering my ears somewhat and the world around me was muffled. Two senses down, the others felt more alove than normal.

I heard what was likely bare feet slapping on tiles as somebody walked over, assuming it was Paige. I was fairly sure she knelt in front of me, my semi-hard dick likely just inches from her face. I was fairly sure I then heard the fake click of a camera from a phone, then two more, followed by Nina saying, “Your three minutes start…… Now!”

Immediately I felt the pen dragging across my skin about 6 inches above the base of my dick. First swooping motions from right to left, then more vigorous movements that I assumed was her blocking out or filling in what she had drawn. This carried on for what felt like an eternity until Nina started to count down from ten.

“STOP!” Nina shouted and the penmanship stopped. I had heard people talking, but the voices were muffled, but pretty sure I heard laughter several times, not to mention shadows as people walked past me or behind me. I couldn’t tell if I was fully erect now or not, but I gave a little flex and it felt like I was now hard as I could get, sure also I could feel Paige breathing on my penis as she did her work with the Sharpie.

A few seconds later and another muffled, “Go!” from Nina. This person started close to the centre of my chest, drawing something, definitely not text of block writing, lines going down almost as far as my bellybutton. Whatever it was being drawn it was elaborate and detailed. Maybe rectangular but impossible to tell, but my whole chest would now be covered in permanent pen. My brain considering how long it might take to fade, assuming it was not going to be too horrific, but remembering how much booze had gone down today.

The next person was just writing all over my back. Definitely text, but whoever was doing it was going over each line several times, likely to make it stand out better. Once they were done the last person started their go. It started with them pinching the tip of my hard dick, likely to steady it. Whoever it was, they were dabbing at it with the pen, the laughter from everybody now clearly audible through my makeshift sensory deprivation device.

The last person then drew something on my upper chest, below my collar bone that felt like a ball or similar, but whatever it was they were clearing filling it in after until I heard Paige call out, “Time!” So I assume Nina went last. There were more camera phone clicks and laughter, then somebody took my hand and put pressure on my shoulder, turning me around, I assumed to get pictures of my back. Finally, after a quarter of an hour spent on display, my hard cock had softened, hardened again, and now it was softening once more; plus I was covered in permanent marker, likely covered in slogans or images that I would rather not have on my skin.

Somebody approached and tugged at the scarf, pulling it off my head and causing me to squint into the bright light, the sun still high in the sky at six in the evening. When my eyes had accustomised to the light I looked out to see everybody just sat and chatting, cards in hand, Marty and Jimmy stood up watching the game.

I tried to look at myself to see what was on me and upside down and squashed as I leant forward was a the phrase ‘Teeny Softee’ in fat block letters about 3 inches tall and filled in to make them bold and obvious. Under the text was a small fat arrow pointing down to my dick, about 3 inches long too, but very wide and filled in. I tried to see the rest but I couldn’t really see the big picture on my chest, but the other was a big black heart shape, badly filled in. But most obvious was that my dick, now at half-mast again had been drawn on to make it look like a ruler or measuring tape.

Seeing my problem Jimmy came over with a phone in hand, typing in a code and opening the camera app. It was an iPhone with a pink and black case, so assumed it was Paige’s phone. He turned the screen to see a picture of me naked and covered in pen with Paige on one side of me bent forward giving a thumps up sign. The scarf had hidden my identity, but it allowed me to see that the ‘Teeny Softee’ looked huge, the heart also very clear, but what stood out was a huge playing card drawn on my chest. It was really well drawn with images and text. It was the ‘Ace of Cocks’, a anthropomorphised penis, the balls as legs, little arms and a face on the head, an ‘A’ in diagonally opposite corners and ‘ACE OF COCKS’ in text written in a curve around the penis person. Whoever did was a good artist and achieved a lot in the time they had.

Jimmy said it was Luna, and she cheated. He said she was just over four minutes, but the others all wanted her to finish the image. I asked about my back and he swiped at the screen a few times before turning the screen and passing me the phone. Looking past Jimmy I saw the hand finished and Luna threw her second sock into the pile, Carlos immune as dealer. Luna took the deck and quickly passed cards out, reminding Carlos his immunity was now gone and be ready to get naked. But Paige, who had just downed another glass of wine said that the girls need to take care as things are getting tricky now.

I went back to the screen and pinched to zoom so I could read the little essay from my back. It read as follows: ‘My name is Mike and I am Mary-Jane’s bitch. I also showed her and all of the neighbors my naked body because I am a horny exhibitionist and man-slut!’, MJ having misspelt ‘exhibitionist’, later realising, and squeezing the ‘o’ in above, the last word also at an angle where she had tried to fit it all in. It was all a bit messy, but the text was deep and heavy on the ink.

Jimmy noted he got off easy with the windmill and we went back to the table to stand next to our partners as per the rules. Nina bust, as did Paige, MJ got 20, Carlos got 17 and had to really consider what to do, but decided it was safer to stand. Luna turned her cards to show 15, and drew a 4, turning to Carlos and saying, “Sorry Honey”.

Carlos threw in his T-shirt, showing off his buff body, MJ giving a little whistle. Nina took off her polo shirt and tossed it in, revealing her red bra, her pert C-cups straining at the fabric, then all guys went to Paige.

“Fucking, Fuck, Fuck!” she said, almost trying to sound angrier than she was, like an act almost, the guys all cheering at the thought of seeing her tits. Paige stood up and said, “Sorry ladies, I let us down.” MJ saying it wasn’t over yet. Paige looked at her and just shook her head, asking Jimmy to unzip her dress, turning her back to him. He fiddled with a little clast at the top of the dress, then slid the zipper down to reveal her back, a glimpse of tattoos coming into view.

Paige wiggled her hips and let her arms fall out of the dress, the pink and black garment falling to the floor to reveal she was now totally naked. I looked into the pile as I’d not seen her panties come off, and then it hit me. She needed the scarf at the start as she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her body was trim and covered in ink. Not the crappy stuff on me, but good quality tattoos of dragons, a ten inch high Geisha girl, her left breast covered in a spider’s web, the dark puffy nipple in the centre. There was an apple a snake and a myriad of other small tattoos, including a small bit of text on her pubic area, her pussy totally shaved clean. I leant forward to be able to read it as it was small text, and I then understood. It said ‘YOU MUST BE AT LEAST 8” TO RIDE’.

She had a nice body, her tits a little droopy if was to be critical, but it was all the tattoos that drew your eye to her, the pale skin a contrast to her tats. I looked around the table to see Marty had an erection, I wondered how his forfeit had gone suddenly, and MJ was stroking his thigh, probably to stimulate him further and keep him hard for all to see.

“Is that the game over?” Nina asked. Luna nodded and said that we now had 4 naked people. Jimmy though noted Paige had not done a forfeit, so was she still not a live player, Paige reaching out and squeezing his balls tightly, her man having put her in more jeopardy, not that she seemed too phased about being naked in front of us all. In fact, the way she posed in place you’d be certain she was enjoying herself. Nina looked over the rules they had written down.

Nina read it out, “The game ends when four people are naked and all have completed a forfeit.” Followed by a cursory, “Sorry Paige.” Paige just laughed and said rules were rules, taking her seat and pulling Jimmy next to her as he gently massaged his ball-sack, the pain still there. Luna collected the cards and handed them to Nina who blessed two rounds of immunity out loud. She passed out the cards and Paige grabbed hers one at a time as they were dealt. Jimmy could see them and he smiled a conspiratorial smile, likely a bad hand, but maybe not?

“Hit me!” Paige said, an ace landing in front of her. “Fucking, Fuck, Cunt.” She said, slurred a little and then she looked at Marty and asked him to get her more wine. He hesitated as he wanted to see where this was going, his dick still very much hard as he drooled over Paige’s tits. There was a loud thwack and Marty jumped, MJ having slapped his ass. He yelped and MJ said, “Do as the young lady asks Marty, or there will be trouble.”

Marty practically ran to the kitchen, scooping up Paige’s empty wine glass as he went, his erection swinging wildly in front of him as Paige said, “Again!” Nina dealt her a 4 and Paige looked at her with devil eyes for a moment. Nina was about to speak, when she slowly changed her face into a wicked looking smile. “Another card Nina!” The card seemed to move in slow motion as it left Nina’s little fingers and spun towards Paige, flipping over as it travelled to reveal a Queen.

It went quiet a moment and I realised I was holding my breath as Paige dropped her first two cards, a 3 and a 5, she’d bust with the Queen. The other hands now almost irrelevant, and Nina didn’t deal a card to MJ. “Don’t fucking stop Nina.” Paige said. “Finish the hand.” Nina looked around, then back at Paige, just as Marty came back with the wine. As he moved between her and Jimmy I saw his hard dick poke Paige in the shoulder, but I was surprised she hardly reacted at all.

MJ held on 18, Carlos held on 17 again and Luna had been dealt two kings, so held. Nina turned her cards to show a queen and a 2, so drew again and got a 6 causing Paige to throw her cards into the pile of clothing. Carlos didn’t hesitate and took of his shorts, leaving him in just a pair of white jockey shorts, the thin fabric tight around his groin and not leaving too much to the imagination. He wasn’t anything close to as big as Jimmy, but had more than Marty and I did. MJ then stood and reached under her dress, pulling her thong off gracefully and tossing into what was a fairly large pile of clothes.

“Who decides the forfeit?” Marty asked in an excited tone.

“Well I had the strongest hand.” MJ noted and Nina said that maybe she should choose the forfeit then. MJ pondered a moment as Nina collected the cards and put them back into the sleeve. She looked at Paige and said she needed to stand first, and she dutifully did, MJ looking her up and down as she pondered the situation.

“Marty, get out the way, Paige come here.” Paige took the five steps around her chair to MJ who motioned her to bring her ear closer so she could whisper something. We all watched as Paige leant over, her tits hanging in front of me, the big puffy nipples looking swollen and aroused, like her body was giving away her secret. I wondered if her pussy was soaked too and, together with the alcohol, she was horny as hell.

Paige smiled and said, “Okay, that’s easy. Done it a thousand times!”

Paige went back to where she was sat, took a big swig of her wine, and pulled the chair out of the way, then squatted down in front of Jimmy and grabbed his big dick, putting it into her mouth. Jimmy looked around nervously, but nobody protested and we watched as she began to suck, slurp and rub his dick. MJ moved a little for a better view, and I moved to the other side of Nina to see the action, the others just watching on in awe.

My dick was hard in moments, having been half way there already. It had been up and down like a rollercoaster for some time now, but this time it felt like it was here to stay as I watched Paige sucking off her big dicked boyfriend. The way Paige had squatted down in front of him meant her legs were spread wide and her pussy was clearly on show, the labia dangling down a quarter inch and the angle of her legs making it gape ever so slightly. She sucked, slurped and stroked like a porn-star, Jimmy letting his head roll back on his shoulders as she worked on his now fully erect dick, her mouth stretched wide and gagging as she went at him.

As we watched Nina put her hand on my leg, then she slowly moved towards my dick, causing me to look down at her. She was concentrated on the show in front of us, and as I looked around the table everybody was watching the scene in front of them. Marty was stroking his dick and MJ appeared to be in a trance. Looking over to Carlos on Luna I was surprised to see that she was sat on is lap and they were kissing passionately, stopping every few seconds to look up at Paige, then back to each other.

As Paige worked her magic on Jimmy, sucking him with gusto and enthusiasm, I couldn't take my eyes off the erotic sight before me. My own dick throbbed in Nina's hand as she stroked me very gently, letting go to massage my balls, then back to the shaft, the sight of Paige's naked body and the obscene sounds of slurping and gagging driving me wild with desire.

After another couple of minutes Jimmy started to moan gently, his hands resting in her hair as she bobbed forward and back on her heels, his dick hard in her mouth. I was aroused big time but not close or anything yet, Nina being very gentle. Marty on the other hand was now going for it, his fist a blur, MJ’s hand massaging his balls from behind, his legs slightly spread to allow her the access. Luna, still on Carlos’s lap was not just watching, using her left hand to balance and her right to play with her nipple through her top.

Jimmy’s groans got louder and Paige let him go from her mouth, using her hands to stroke him vigorously until he blew a huge load at her face. It splattered her cheeks, nose and lips, then dripped onto her neck and tits as more and more cum oozed from Jimmy’s big dick. Paige then leant forward and sucked on the head to get the last of his cum into her mouth. Paige licked around her lips as she pulled off and looked up at him with a wicked grin, standing up and stretching like a cat.

"Mmmm, that hit the spot," she said, “Now give me a kiss you big dicked fucker!” And with that Paige leant forward and kissed Jimmy hard on the lips, his cum squelching between their faces and dripping onto the floor between them. They kissed a good few seconds, then Paige pulled away and used a finger to move cum from her face to her mouth, before going back in to kiss some more, Jimmy’s still hard dick prodding her abdomen as she got closer.

This was like watching porn, not just some amateur couple fucking, but actual porn. With that, Luna and Carlos stated they needed to get home, Carlsos standing in just his white underwear, the fabric stretched out by a clear erection underneath. “We’ll grab the clothes back in the week Nina.” Luna said as she grabbed Carlos by the hand and dragged him down the side of the house to the side gate.

Paige slumped back into her chair, pouring herself a Pepsi Max from a bottle on the table, Jimmy sitting in his seat and just relaxing, a huge outward of breath as he sat down, his glistening dick softening. Marty had stopped stroking and MJ suggested he finish himself off, Paige smiling and saying he was welcome to cum on her tits if it would help. He didn’t need asking twice and shuffled over so he was next to her. She watched as he stroked with vigour, Paige opening her legs a little to give him a nice view of her pussy.

He didn’t last long and grunted as he sprayed tow large shots of cum onto Paige’s left breast, the one with the spider-web tattoo, the rest of his load dripping to the floor. MJ told Paige she was way naughtier than she would have ever guessed. “You don’t know the half of it MJ!” Jimmy said casually as Marty came down from his orgasm and wiped his hand on his napkin.

Nina and I lingered for a moment, and I pulled her into a deep kiss as my hands roamed her body. "Let's take this party somewhere more private," I growled in her ear, nibbling on her lobe. "I need you now." Nina giggled and took my hand, leading me inside, calling to the others over her shoulder to let themselves out when they are done, but welcome to help themselves to drinks and leftovers.

She all but dragged me up the stairs to our bedroom, and as soon as the door closed behind us, I had her dress hiked up, pushing her onto the bed. She leant back and spread her legs, grabbing my dick as I climbed on and guided me into her soaking wet hole. I just pounded her like a man possessed, happy that she was so wet I wasn’t getting over-stimulated too quickly, allowing me to last.

She was just laid back and moaning gently at first, then in just a few minutes she started to show me the signs I recognised, her orgasm was imminent. I was close and was trying to hold back long enough to cum together, but she suddenly bucked and grabbed the pillow to her face, practically screaming as she came hard. I pounded and let myself go and it was a heady release that ran from deep in my balls to my brain and back. I collapsed on top of her and we just lay there for about ten minutes before I lifted myself up and off, Nina laying there dozing with a contented look on her face, her panties wedged to the side and dress ridged up at her small waist. "I love you so much," I whispered, then pulled a sheet around her and went back downstairs.

Downstairs was empty, everybody had gone. There were still a fair few items of clothing on the table and I guess I must have sobered up a little as I realised it was all a bit of a mess. I grabbed a bag and collected up a load of the rubbish and empty drink bottles so we didn’t get animals in the yard in the night. The sun was just going over the horizon as I gathered all the clothes and dumped them in the house and locked up for the night, deciding I’d clear up the rest later.

I had a quick shower, the pen not coming off, so just accepted it and then collapsed on the bed next to Nina and fell asleep in moments.

(Part 3 is a linking piece. Action is very limited, but is needed to setup Part 4 which is much hotter. You could skip if slow-burns are not your thing).

Part 3

The next two days passed in a blur of mundane activities, but Nina wanting sex four more times. She’d not been this frisky since we first met. Saturday I went to the shops to pick up all the essentials for the BBQ: meat, salads, beers, wine, and of course, a couple of bottles of my favorite tequila. Nina suggested we should invite the other couples in the cul-de-sac over too, Luna and Carlos, Paige and Jimmy; Pamela too if she’s up to it. It's been too long since we've all got together."

She was right; the Día de Muertos party at Luna and Carlos’s house was the last time we’d been together as a group; that was back in November.

"Sure," I said, offering to go round and see if they are free. But Nina said we’d share it.

Saturday mid-morning, Nina sent me to Marty and Mary-Jane’s to confirm timings as she went to the other two houses, extending the invitation to Luna, Carlos, Paige, Jimmy, and even Pamela, Jimmy's elderly mother who lived with them. I pressed the button on their video-doorbell and waited for what felt like an age. I was about to go back home when I heard the mechanism being unlocked, MJ there wrapped in a towel, her hair soaking wet and dripping.

“Hey Mike, come on in.” I said it could wait and I’d come over when she was ‘decent’, but she ushered me in, taking me into their big kitchen. Looking out to their pool I saw Marty stood to one side as a small pump was running, a hose disappearing to one side. Oh, and Marty was naked but for cowboy boots and Stetson, his butt facing towards me, hands on hips.

“Marty is draining the pool ready for the guys coming to clean it, service the pump room and refill next week.”

“Is that normal attire for him to do yard-work in?” I said with a sarcastic tone, only for MJ to say it actually was. We laughed and she offered me a drink, her towel wrapped tight in a knot the fabric siting just above her nipples, a feint hind of colour showing where the tops of them started. It was only just long enough to cover her though and any kind of bending over or stretching up would likely expose a decent amount of her sexy body..

She grabbed me a Dr Pepper Zero Sugar from the chiller and I took it, despite having declined a drink. She leant back against the counter, leaving her so close to exposure I had to cover up my mumbling distraction by sipping the cold drink. She was probably teasing me on purpose as I told her when we would be starting the BBQ tomorrow, also letting her know we had invited the other two homes in our little cul-de-sac. She seemed happy with that and thanked me for the invite, telling me they were both looking forward to it.

“Did you tell your wife about what we did?” She asked with a wink. I said I told her enough, but admitted I’d not told her about jerking off or tasting my cum. She said the secret was safe with her, and not to worry about it, reaching up grabbing a glass of a high rack, giving me the slightest glimpse of blond pubic hair and thigh. My dick, already a little engorged, went full on very quickly at the little flash she’d given me, not helped as she pulled a carton of milk from a low shelf in the chiller, bent over enough to show the crease of her buttocks.

After she had poured the glass of milk and returned the carton she noticed the tenting of my tan slacks, clearly looking for it, confirming this was a tease and saying, “You got a problem there Mike?” I laughed and apologised, our previous encounter allowing me to be like this without any worry of causing an issue with our new neighbour.

“Show me the goods boy!” She said, but I hesitated and initially reacted like it was a joke. “Now please!” She continued, “Get it out and show me again.” I looked out to Marty who was now moving the hose about inside the pool. “Don’t worry about him Mike, just show me the dick. NOW!”

I was actually uncomfortable in my erect state, so put my drink on the counter and unzipped, pulling my erect penis through the slot in the front of my boxer briefs, it sticking out, the foreskin semi stretched back it was so hard.

“Good boy!” MJ said and walked over to me, touching the tip of her nail against the head of my dick, it was almost nothing, barely perceptible in fact. She looked me in the eye and smiled before picking up my drink and handing it to me, thanking me for the invite, and saying she’d see us tomorrow. She ushering me out of the kitchen, through the entrance hall and out of the front door, my hard dick leading the way, still exposed as I stepped onto their path.

I looked around and nobody was visible so I walked back with my dick out and went into our kitchen to wait for Nina. By the time she was back I’d calmed down and had been able to tuck myself back in. She said everybody was keen, even Pamela said if she was feeling well enough to join us she would. It would be easy to go home if she got tired.

We setup everything Sunday morning, the BBQ lit, brisket on, and drinks in the fridges. First to arrive were Luna and Carlos, a Hispanic couple in their early 30's with a 2 year old baby. Luna is a stay at home mum, petite and curvy with a large butt and amazing skin; Carlos, a former professional footballer, is a compact muscular guy of about 5ft 6, owns and manages a dozen Taco Bell franchises in the area. There was no baby in tow and I heard Luna telling Nina that Carlos had dropped the baby off at his parents for the night, Nina suggesting she get a large glass of wine which had them both laughing, her firm round buttocks encased in a form fitting pair of three-quarter length leggings and an expensive looking Armani T-shirt.

Carlos and I caught up and talked some sport, as we both still follow English football, joking about it being called soccer here. We follow different teams and would send WhatsApp messages to boast or cry when our teams played each other. We checked on the side of brisket I had started at 8 that morning, and noted it would be ready for about 1pm. I also had burgers, bratwursts, chicken thighs and kebabs that Nina had prepared.

Marty called from the gate and I shouted it was unlocked. I had a sudden moment of fear, worried he’d turn up in just a pair of sliders, but thankfully they both appeared dressed normally; Jimmy in slacks and Polo, MJ in a white cotton dress and wide-brim hat, Carlos even asking why I looked like I’d seen a ghost. I introduced Marty and Mary-Jane, then helped source them drinks, Marty joining us by the BBQ. On being told who lived where, he asked Carlos about his Jaguar, telling him he’d had several in the past. As us guys bonded over cars, sports and BBQ techniques, the ladies were sat at the table laughing and joking with each other.

When the doorbell rang I went and greeted Paige and Jimmy. Both are in their early twenties, Jimmy is about 6ft 5, very lean and has his dark hair tied back in a pony-tail, black baggy jeans and T-shirt his usual look. He’s a telephone engineer and has helped us out a few times free of charge with our broadband. Paige, his fiancé, is also lean with green and blue dyed hair, lots of piercings and tattoos. She was dressed in a pink summer dress with black accents and a huge wooden crucifix hanging from her beaded neck. She previously told Nina that she 'works from home' but never gives any more detail than that it allows her to care for Pamela, Jimmy’s mum, and still work.

Pamela is in poor health, the pair looking after her and living in the same house works great for them all. Paige said Pamela apologised, but her legs had flared up and she didn’t feel comfortable coming over. I said it was fine and they could run a plate of food over when it was ready. I then got them drinks and brought them through to meet Marty and MJ.

Over the next hour or so it became clear that the residents of the cul-de-sac were getting along well, with never a cross word exchanged between them, Marty and MJ fitting in well and not showing any kind of prejudice or judgement. We served the food and drank lots of beer and wine, everybody seemingly having a great time, catching up, telling stories and passing the time.

But MJ decided she needed to ramp things up. Jimmy and I had volunteered to clear the plates and box up the leftover salads, so were in the kitchen for a while, interrupted by Marty who was looking for a bottle of wine. As I got him another bottle and removed the cork he said, “Just so you know buddy, MJ told them all about the first time she saw you by the pool.”

I nearly dropped the wine in shock. “She’s telling them what!”

Marty chuckled and said not to worry, people thought it was hilarious, he then said to Jimmy that his girl has a potty mouth, but he loves it, stating women should cuss more often. Jimmy laughed and said it was so common now with Paige he barely noticed, but her customers loved it, and the stronger the words the better, cutting himself off suddenly, like he’d given away some kind of secret. He instantly changed the subject asking where to put things. Marty and I shared a confused look, deciding to not dig deeper into what Jimmy just said.

When Marty left, Jimmy asked why the story of me and the pool would be so intriguing to people. I admitted I’d been caught skinny-dipping and MJ had come round later and caught me again. Jimmy laughed, but admitted he’d be skinny-dipping too if they had a pool, their home having a tennis court that never got used instead, his father having been a keen player before he died.

When we were done, fresh drinks in hand, Jimmy and I went back out to the others. Paige was in the midst of telling an animated story, waving her hands in the air and saying something I couldn’t make out. The others were all laughing, Paige pausing for a moment when she saw us both, then said to Jimmy.

“I was just telling them of the time we were at that clothing optional beach in Mexico and you came running out of the water waving your arms, your cock flapping about.” She went on to say how he thought he’d been stung on the leg by a jellyfish, only to realise as he reached Paige on her towel that it was just a thin clear plastic bag wrapped around his ankle. Paige went on to say that the whole beach had seen it and many people came over to see if they needed help. With glee in her voice she said that two British women in bikini’s had stepped up to remove the bag from his leg, his schlong just inches from their faces.

Jimmy had a red face and I could tell he felt a little embarrassed about it as MJ asked if the British women had liked what they’d seen. Jimmy just smiling and taking a long slurp from his beer as Luna started her own story about nudity, the story was about Carlos locking himself out of his hotel room late at night whilst on a work trip. Carlos suggested nobody wanted to hear about that, but the rest of the people around the table contested that idea, Nina in particular saying Luna should continue the story.

She told us how he’d got up in the night to pee, but went out the main door, rather than going into the bathroom in his semi-sleep state. Locked out of his room, he then had to make his way to reception where two women at the desk saw him show up naked, one of them having to take him back to the room with a master key, Carlos butting in a couple of times to correct minor elements of the story, but Luna kept going. She said that Carlos had told her he was trying to cover his dick with his hands the whole time, but believed he was doing a bad job. Carlos cut in again, stating that as they went up in the elevator the female receptionist told him it happened at least once per month a naked person comes to the desk in the night, but sometimes once per week, even noting it was women too, but mostly men. Carlos went on to state the woman was constantly stealing glances at his groin all the way until he was let back into his room.

MJ said she would be looking too and everybody laughed. She seemed to be looking at pushing some boundaries, but maybe that was because I’d been with her naked before, but she was saying things like, “It’s clear the guys around the table love to be naked around the ladies.” But it felt like people just saw it as a jibe.

The drinks kept flowing and Nina was getting more than tipsy when she called on me. “Why don’t you make up some jugs of your Long Sangria, Peach?” Going on to tell everybody I had a great recipe, but Luna stopped her mid-sentence.

“Peach?” She cried out with a laugh.

“If you’d seen his butt, you’d know why that is my pet name for him.”

Suddenly all eyes were on me, but I ignored the implied request to flash my back-side, and went inside to make up the Sangria’s, Carlos offering to help.

In the kitchen I gave Carlos some limes to cut as I made up our two large jugs, half a bottle of Tequila in each. As we made up the drinks he tried to apologise for Luna telling the story of him been naked in the hotel, but I made it clear we were fine with it, reminding him that it all started with a story about my own nudity. He asked me about it and I gave him the details, just dropping the bit where I jerked off in front of her, replacing that part by saying I got an erection and it was embarrassing.

Carlos laughed and said he swam naked at home as well, though Luna didn’t, expanding to say that she used to before the baby, but she hates her stretch marks and so keeps a one piece on to swim, even if he is swimming nude. As I was adding the soda, Carlos filling highball glasses with ice, he went on to tell me that his mother-in-law caught him naked after a swim a while ago, quite embarrassing, but she didn’t make anything of it. I said that it was true what MJ said about us being naked.

As we finished up Carlos asked me about what Paige did for work, his eyes darting, tone whispered and conspiratorial. I said I didn’t, just that she worked from home, noting what she said earlier about her ‘customers’. He suggested she was doing OnlyFans or similar, and I couldn’t really think of another job her earlier statement could be linked to. I grabbed the jugs, Carlos a tray of ice filled glasses, and we went out to the others, handing out the glasses and passing the jug around for people to fill their own glasses.

Jimmy said to Paige to be careful, noting she can’t hold her liquor. But she told him to ‘fuck off’ with a smile and filled her glass to the brim, Jimmy leaning over to Marty and I and saying, “Now we’re in trouble!” An uneasy smile mixed with a look of concern on his face.

As the evening wore on and the alcohol continued to flow, 4 more jugs downed and it was a good job there was nobody to disturb as we were making a lot of noise between us. Nina had stated making people swap seats, a way to spread the conversation. The process was clunky but respected, even as people often got caught mid conversation, but she’d insist it happen there and then.

Marty moved so he was sat between Nina and I, so when I heard Marty suggest we all play a game, I knew Nina, who loves group games, card games or any competition for that fact, would say it was a good idea.

"How about poker?" he proposed with a cheeky grin, cleverly done so that it was implied he meant strip poker, but also deniable; he could claim it was a joke if he needed to. Nina laughed.

"Ooh, I like the sound of that! But let’s make it interesting. What if we play strip poker, but only the men have to strip, and if a woman loses it’s their man who has to strip?” Nina was looking right at Marty as she said it, making it clear she was doubling down, seeing if he’d flinch, all the booze giving her an extra level of confidence. MJ clearly heard what she proposed as well, turning to look at the pair of them with a sly smile on her face. Nina must have noticed I was listening in and leant over to kiss my cheek, then whisper in my ear, “That’ll put a stop to Marty!”

But Marty didn’t see this as any kind of barrier, so loudly started telling the whole table of Nina’s suggested game of poker. All the ladies quickly agreed it sounded like fun, but the guys saw there was no real benefit for them, no chance to see any boobs or more. Carlos was first to say it wasn’t a fair game for the guys, but Luna just told him not to be a baby, then something in Spanish I didn’t understand. This had him just shrug his shoulders, lean back in his chair, downing his margarita and refilling has glass.

Jimmy, who was sat between MJ and Luna, also protested that things were going a bit too far and maybe he and Paige should see themselves out. It did cause a little moment of awkwardness which Marty picked up on instantly, using his Texan charm to apologise, telling Jimmy he and Nina both had too much booze and it was indeed going a bit far, particularly since they’d only just met.

Paige on the other hand had different ideas, suggesting to Jimmy it would be fun, and even if he lost he had nothing to be embarrassed about, winking at him as she said it. She then made a comment to nobody in particular that she thought Nina’s idea was brilliant. Jimmy got up and asked to have a private word, and Paige followed him into the house, Nina then apologising to the whole group for going a bit far, confirming she had way to much drink in her and she’d misjudged it. I thought that we were at risk of finishing the day on a low point with a new awkwardness amongst the couples in the cul-de-sac, but at the same time hoped we were all on the same page, the booze playing its own part in this.

It was clear though that Nina had really wanted the game, MJ I knew would want it and both Luna and Paige had made it clear they were keen for the game. I knew Marty would be up for it based on what MJ had told me, the idea appealed to me a lot, and Carlos looked like he was going to do what he was told by Luna. Plus, Carlos had the best physicality of any of us, hours in the gym showed in his arms and legs, together with a flat stomach and he always seems to be a confident guy.

Paige and Jimmy returned after less than 5 minutes indoors and things became even stranger as he stood at the end of the table, Paige at his side and spoke out like a schoolboy who was being ordered to speak in front of the class.

“Sorry Nina,” Jimmy said, his head down a little, “It was rude of me to say you’d gone too far, please accept my apologies.” Everybody was aghast at this, Paige stood confidently with a huge confident smile on her lips. I kicked Nina in the shin after a couple of seconds as the silence needed to be broken.

“No problem Jimmy,” she said, her speech a little slurred from the alcohol. “We are all friends here and nobody will make you do anything you don’t want to!”

Jimmy looked up and smiled, then offered to get people more drinks, a perfect distraction for the group and Carlos followed him inside to fulfil what was actually a large order, MJ now on the Jack Daniels. Whilst they were away setting up the drinks Nina went inside to grab a deck of cards and the ladies quickly set up the game. The women each take a seat at the table leaving a space in-between for the guys, creating a boy, girl, boy girl scenario. As they are moving seats, clearing a space and wiping down the spills from our drinks, Paige said she had to speak to Jimmy as he gets embarrassed about his penis.

MJ says not to worry about it, stating Marty and Mike are both quite small when soft, saying she was sure he’d fit in. Paige chuckled, then had to explain more.

“No, it’s not that he’s small, it’s that he is very large.” She said it nonchalantly and then continued her role of clearing the empty bowls from the olives, chips and nuts; dumping them on the service table next to the cooling BBQ. MJ was all of a sudden buoyant in her mood, more so than usual, looking over at Paige and saying, “Now that I have to see!”

Carlos brought out several drinks and handed them around, then whispered to me that this was all a bit weird, but he was up for it, he didn’t care about nudity, telling me that when he was a footballer nudity was commonplace, players’ wives and girlfriends often would be in the changing rooms when the players were naked, it was almost the norm in fact. I told him he’d have to tell me more about his playing career some time just as Jimmy came out with the other drinks on a tray.

Nina conferred with the other women to come up with a set of rules, Luna suggesting that with no jeopardy for them, the game would have less meaning. MJ agreed, suggesting that once two of the guys were naked, they would have to start stripping if they lost. Nina wasn’t entirely on board, but MJ noted that in theory, the men should be close to nude by the time their jeopardy kicked in. So she eventually agreed to it. Paige then said she didn’t know how to play poker, Luna said she had never really played it either; and MJ told Nina she’d need a lesson to be reminded. So Nina, the Vegas Gal that she is, suggested blackjack. They all said they knew how that one worked.

“The 21 game?” Paige asked. Nina confirming to Paige that she was correct with a thumbs up. Another minute of conferring and Nina ran inside to grab a pen and paper, followed by them writing out a set of rules for the game.

Once done Nina held up the paper and read the rules out to everybody:

Game is Blackjack

Everybody is dealer twice, then passes the deck to their right. As dealer you are immune to losing.

We go clockwise around the table.

If you bust you lose an item, unless dealer also busts.

If you beat the dealers hand you are a winner and immune from losing.

If a female player loses their partner has to remove an item, meaning you could lose 2 items in a single hand.

The dealer must draw if 16 or less, unless every other hand is bust or 16 and under.

If your score is the same as the dealer, you lose.

Everybody gets 8 lives, but the ladies keep all theirs until two guys are fully naked.

If you get BlackJack, as in a picture card and ace (10’s not counted) you can add an item of clothing but you cannot ever have more than 8 items.

If you draw 5 cards and don’t bust you don’t lose, even if dealer scores higher.

Once naked you can keep playing until you lose one more hand, at which point you must complete a forfeit set by the person with the strongest hand or the dealer.

Once naked and a forfeit has been completed you must stand up and are no longer playing, but can move to serve drinks or snacks to the others.

The game ends when four people are naked and all have completed a forfeit.

Except for winning a BlackJack hand, You cannot add clothing until 90 minutes after the game ends or you can choose to complete a second forfeit and dress right after.

Nina then went around counting everybody had 8 items of clothing. Everybody had 8 except Carlos who had nine and was told his belt was linked to his shorts, I was told to go and get something else as I only had 7, but when Paige went over and whispered something to Nina, was told to find something for Paige to have extra too. As I went inside I got confused as Paige had on Puma sneakers, two, socks makes for, panties and bra six, dress seven, and that huge necklace counted eight. But I decided to let it go, maybe Nina giving her a bonus piece for some reason.

I came back out with one of Nina’s silk scarfs for Paige and a baseball mitt for me, the game now all set to even. The game began, Nina first to deal, the space went quiet at first, but quickly everybody was chatting again, all clearly keen to remove the growing tension, the guys clearly more focussed on the game than talking.

Mary-Jane took a moment to take advantage of the chat to extend an invite to everybody, “This is fun everybody. It’s my 40^(th) in a few weeks, so you will need to come over and we can host for the same.” It was great that we were all bonded as a group, though this was getting very steamy. Even in my drunken haze I could tell everybody was engaged and keen to play, even Jimmy, who earlier seemed less keen, was clearly now more engaged and snapped up his two cards as soon as they landed in front of him.

(Part 3 is a linking piece. Action is very limited, but is needed to setup Part 4 which is much hotter. You could skip if slow-burns are not your thing).

Part 3

The next two days passed in a blur of mundane activities, but Nina wanting sex four more times. She’d not been this frisky since we first met. Saturday I went to the shops to pick up all the essentials for the BBQ: meat, salads, beers, wine, and of course, a couple of bottles of my favorite tequila. Nina suggested we should invite the other couples in the cul-de-sac over too, Luna and Carlos, Paige and Jimmy; Pamela too if she’s up to it. It's been too long since we've all got together."

She was right; the Día de Muertos party at Luna and Carlos’s house was the last time we’d been together as a group; that was back in November.

"Sure," I said, offering to go round and see if they are free. But Nina said we’d share it.

Saturday mid-morning, Nina sent me to Marty and Mary-Jane’s to confirm timings as she went to the other two houses, extending the invitation to Luna, Carlos, Paige, Jimmy, and even Pamela, Jimmy's elderly mother who lived with them. I pressed the button on their video-doorbell and waited for what felt like an age. I was about to go back home when I heard the mechanism being unlocked, MJ there wrapped in a towel, her hair soaking wet and dripping.

“Hey Mike, come on in.” I said it could wait and I’d come over when she was ‘decent’, but she ushered me in, taking me into their big kitchen. Looking out to their pool I saw Marty stood to one side as a small pump was running, a hose disappearing to one side. Oh, and Marty was naked but for cowboy boots and Stetson, his butt facing towards me, hands on hips.

“Marty is draining the pool ready for the guys coming to clean it, service the pump room and refill next week.”

“Is that normal attire for him to do yard-work in?” I said with a sarcastic tone, only for MJ to say it actually was. We laughed and she offered me a drink, her towel wrapped tight in a knot the fabric siting just above her nipples, a feint hind of colour showing where the tops of them started. It was only just long enough to cover her though and any kind of bending over or stretching up would likely expose a decent amount of her sexy body..

She grabbed me a Dr Pepper Zero Sugar from the chiller and I took it, despite having declined a drink. She leant back against the counter, leaving her so close to exposure I had to cover up my mumbling distraction by sipping the cold drink. She was probably teasing me on purpose as I told her when we would be starting the BBQ tomorrow, also letting her know we had invited the other two homes in our little cul-de-sac. She seemed happy with that and thanked me for the invite, telling me they were both looking forward to it.

“Did you tell your wife about what we did?” She asked with a wink. I said I told her enough, but admitted I’d not told her about jerking off or tasting my cum. She said the secret was safe with her, and not to worry about it, reaching up grabbing a glass of a high rack, giving me the slightest glimpse of blond pubic hair and thigh. My dick, already a little engorged, went full on very quickly at the little flash she’d given me, not helped as she pulled a carton of milk from a low shelf in the chiller, bent over enough to show the crease of her buttocks.

After she had poured the glass of milk and returned the carton she noticed the tenting of my tan slacks, clearly looking for it, confirming this was a tease and saying, “You got a problem there Mike?” I laughed and apologised, our previous encounter allowing me to be like this without any worry of causing an issue with our new neighbour.

“Show me the goods boy!” She said, but I hesitated and initially reacted like it was a joke. “Now please!” She continued, “Get it out and show me again.” I looked out to Marty who was now moving the hose about inside the pool. “Don’t worry about him Mike, just show me the dick. NOW!”

I was actually uncomfortable in my erect state, so put my drink on the counter and unzipped, pulling my erect penis through the slot in the front of my boxer briefs, it sticking out, the foreskin semi stretched back it was so hard.

“Good boy!” MJ said and walked over to me, touching the tip of her nail against the head of my dick, it was almost nothing, barely perceptible in fact. She looked me in the eye and smiled before picking up my drink and handing it to me, thanking me for the invite, and saying she’d see us tomorrow. She ushering me out of the kitchen, through the entrance hall and out of the front door, my hard dick leading the way, still exposed as I stepped onto their path.

I looked around and nobody was visible so I walked back with my dick out and went into our kitchen to wait for Nina. By the time she was back I’d calmed down and had been able to tuck myself back in. She said everybody was keen, even Pamela said if she was feeling well enough to join us she would. It would be easy to go home if she got tired.

We setup everything Sunday morning, the BBQ lit, brisket on, and drinks in the fridges. First to arrive were Luna and Carlos, a Hispanic couple in their early 30's with a 2 year old baby. Luna is a stay at home mum, petite and curvy with a large butt and amazing skin; Carlos, a former professional footballer, is a compact muscular guy of about 5ft 6, owns and manages a dozen Taco Bell franchises in the area. There was no baby in tow and I heard Luna telling Nina that Carlos had dropped the baby off at his parents for the night, Nina suggesting she get a large glass of wine which had them both laughing, her firm round buttocks encased in a form fitting pair of three-quarter length leggings and an expensive looking Armani T-shirt.

Carlos and I caught up and talked some sport, as we both still follow English football, joking about it being called soccer here. We follow different teams and would send WhatsApp messages to boast or cry when our teams played each other. We checked on the side of brisket I had started at 8 that morning, and noted it would be ready for about 1pm. I also had burgers, bratwursts, chicken thighs and kebabs that Nina had prepared.

Marty called from the gate and I shouted it was unlocked. I had a sudden moment of fear, worried he’d turn up in just a pair of sliders, but thankfully they both appeared dressed normally; Jimmy in slacks and Polo, MJ in a white cotton dress and wide-brim hat, Carlos even asking why I looked like I’d seen a ghost. I introduced Marty and Mary-Jane, then helped source them drinks, Marty joining us by the BBQ. On being told who lived where, he asked Carlos about his Jaguar, telling him he’d had several in the past. As us guys bonded over cars, sports and BBQ techniques, the ladies were sat at the table laughing and joking with each other.

When the doorbell rang I went and greeted Paige and Jimmy. Both are in their early twenties, Jimmy is about 6ft 5, very lean and has his dark hair tied back in a pony-tail, black baggy jeans and T-shirt his usual look. He’s a telephone engineer and has helped us out a few times free of charge with our broadband. Paige, his fiancé, is also lean with green and blue dyed hair, lots of piercings and tattoos. She was dressed in a pink summer dress with black accents and a huge wooden crucifix hanging from her beaded neck. She previously told Nina that she 'works from home' but never gives any more detail than that it allows her to care for Pamela, Jimmy’s mum, and still work.

Pamela is in poor health, the pair looking after her and living in the same house works great for them all. Paige said Pamela apologised, but her legs had flared up and she didn’t feel comfortable coming over. I said it was fine and they could run a plate of food over when it was ready. I then got them drinks and brought them through to meet Marty and MJ.

Over the next hour or so it became clear that the residents of the cul-de-sac were getting along well, with never a cross word exchanged between them, Marty and MJ fitting in well and not showing any kind of prejudice or judgement. We served the food and drank lots of beer and wine, everybody seemingly having a great time, catching up, telling stories and passing the time.

But MJ decided she needed to ramp things up. Jimmy and I had volunteered to clear the plates and box up the leftover salads, so were in the kitchen for a while, interrupted by Marty who was looking for a bottle of wine. As I got him another bottle and removed the cork he said, “Just so you know buddy, MJ told them all about the first time she saw you by the pool.”

I nearly dropped the wine in shock. “She’s telling them what!”

Marty chuckled and said not to worry, people thought it was hilarious, he then said to Jimmy that his girl has a potty mouth, but he loves it, stating women should cuss more often. Jimmy laughed and said it was so common now with Paige he barely noticed, but her customers loved it, and the stronger the words the better, cutting himself off suddenly, like he’d given away some kind of secret. He instantly changed the subject asking where to put things. Marty and I shared a confused look, deciding to not dig deeper into what Jimmy just said.

When Marty left, Jimmy asked why the story of me and the pool would be so intriguing to people. I admitted I’d been caught skinny-dipping and MJ had come round later and caught me again. Jimmy laughed, but admitted he’d be skinny-dipping too if they had a pool, their home having a tennis court that never got used instead, his father having been a keen player before he died.

When we were done, fresh drinks in hand, Jimmy and I went back out to the others. Paige was in the midst of telling an animated story, waving her hands in the air and saying something I couldn’t make out. The others were all laughing, Paige pausing for a moment when she saw us both, then said to Jimmy.

“I was just telling them of the time we were at that clothing optional beach in Mexico and you came running out of the water waving your arms, your cock flapping about.” She went on to say how he thought he’d been stung on the leg by a jellyfish, only to realise as he reached Paige on her towel that it was just a thin clear plastic bag wrapped around his ankle. Paige went on to say that the whole beach had seen it and many people came over to see if they needed help. With glee in her voice she said that two British women in bikini’s had stepped up to remove the bag from his leg, his schlong just inches from their faces.

Jimmy had a red face and I could tell he felt a little embarrassed about it as MJ asked if the British women had liked what they’d seen. Jimmy just smiling and taking a long slurp from his beer as Luna started her own story about nudity, the story was about Carlos locking himself out of his hotel room late at night whilst on a work trip. Carlos suggested nobody wanted to hear about that, but the rest of the people around the table contested that idea, Nina in particular saying Luna should continue the story.

She told us how he’d got up in the night to pee, but went out the main door, rather than going into the bathroom in his semi-sleep state. Locked out of his room, he then had to make his way to reception where two women at the desk saw him show up naked, one of them having to take him back to the room with a master key, Carlos butting in a couple of times to correct minor elements of the story, but Luna kept going. She said that Carlos had told her he was trying to cover his dick with his hands the whole time, but believed he was doing a bad job. Carlos cut in again, stating that as they went up in the elevator the female receptionist told him it happened at least once per month a naked person comes to the desk in the night, but sometimes once per week, even noting it was women too, but mostly men. Carlos went on to state the woman was constantly stealing glances at his groin all the way until he was let back into his room.

MJ said she would be looking too and everybody laughed. She seemed to be looking at pushing some boundaries, but maybe that was because I’d been with her naked before, but she was saying things like, “It’s clear the guys around the table love to be naked around the ladies.” But it felt like people just saw it as a jibe.

The drinks kept flowing and Nina was getting more than tipsy when she called on me. “Why don’t you make up some jugs of your Long Sangria, Peach?” Going on to tell everybody I had a great recipe, but Luna stopped her mid-sentence.

“Peach?” She cried out with a laugh.

“If you’d seen his butt, you’d know why that is my pet name for him.”

Suddenly all eyes were on me, but I ignored the implied request to flash my back-side, and went inside to make up the Sangria’s, Carlos offering to help.

In the kitchen I gave Carlos some limes to cut as I made up our two large jugs, half a bottle of Tequila in each. As we made up the drinks he tried to apologise for Luna telling the story of him been naked in the hotel, but I made it clear we were fine with it, reminding him that it all started with a story about my own nudity. He asked me about it and I gave him the details, just dropping the bit where I jerked off in front of her, replacing that part by saying I got an erection and it was embarrassing.

Carlos laughed and said he swam naked at home as well, though Luna didn’t, expanding to say that she used to before the baby, but she hates her stretch marks and so keeps a one piece on to swim, even if he is swimming nude. As I was adding the soda, Carlos filling highball glasses with ice, he went on to tell me that his mother-in-law caught him naked after a swim a while ago, quite embarrassing, but she didn’t make anything of it. I said that it was true what MJ said about us being naked.

As we finished up Carlos asked me about what Paige did for work, his eyes darting, tone whispered and conspiratorial. I said I didn’t, just that she worked from home, noting what she said earlier about her ‘customers’. He suggested she was doing OnlyFans or similar, and I couldn’t really think of another job her earlier statement could be linked to. I grabbed the jugs, Carlos a tray of ice filled glasses, and we went out to the others, handing out the glasses and passing the jug around for people to fill their own glasses.

Jimmy said to Paige to be careful, noting she can’t hold her liquor. But she told him to ‘fuck off’ with a smile and filled her glass to the brim, Jimmy leaning over to Marty and I and saying, “Now we’re in trouble!” An uneasy smile mixed with a look of concern on his face.

As the evening wore on and the alcohol continued to flow, 4 more jugs downed and it was a good job there was nobody to disturb as we were making a lot of noise between us. Nina had stated making people swap seats, a way to spread the conversation. The process was clunky but respected, even as people often got caught mid conversation, but she’d insist it happen there and then.

Marty moved so he was sat between Nina and I, so when I heard Marty suggest we all play a game, I knew Nina, who loves group games, card games or any competition for that fact, would say it was a good idea.

"How about poker?" he proposed with a cheeky grin, cleverly done so that it was implied he meant strip poker, but also deniable; he could claim it was a joke if he needed to. Nina laughed.

"Ooh, I like the sound of that! But let’s make it interesting. What if we play strip poker, but only the men have to strip, and if a woman loses it’s their man who has to strip?” Nina was looking right at Marty as she said it, making it clear she was doubling down, seeing if he’d flinch, all the booze giving her an extra level of confidence. MJ clearly heard what she proposed as well, turning to look at the pair of them with a sly smile on her face. Nina must have noticed I was listening in and leant over to kiss my cheek, then whisper in my ear, “That’ll put a stop to Marty!”

But Marty didn’t see this as any kind of barrier, so loudly started telling the whole table of Nina’s suggested game of poker. All the ladies quickly agreed it sounded like fun, but the guys saw there was no real benefit for them, no chance to see any boobs or more. Carlos was first to say it wasn’t a fair game for the guys, but Luna just told him not to be a baby, then something in Spanish I didn’t understand. This had him just shrug his shoulders, lean back in his chair, downing his margarita and refilling has glass.

Jimmy, who was sat between MJ and Luna, also protested that things were going a bit too far and maybe he and Paige should see themselves out. It did cause a little moment of awkwardness which Marty picked up on instantly, using his Texan charm to apologise, telling Jimmy he and Nina both had too much booze and it was indeed going a bit far, particularly since they’d only just met.

Paige on the other hand had different ideas, suggesting to Jimmy it would be fun, and even if he lost he had nothing to be embarrassed about, winking at him as she said it. She then made a comment to nobody in particular that she thought Nina’s idea was brilliant. Jimmy got up and asked to have a private word, and Paige followed him into the house, Nina then apologising to the whole group for going a bit far, confirming she had way to much drink in her and she’d misjudged it. I thought that we were at risk of finishing the day on a low point with a new awkwardness amongst the couples in the cul-de-sac, but at the same time hoped we were all on the same page, the booze playing its own part in this.

It was clear though that Nina had really wanted the game, MJ I knew would want it and both Luna and Paige had made it clear they were keen for the game. I knew Marty would be up for it based on what MJ had told me, the idea appealed to me a lot, and Carlos looked like he was going to do what he was told by Luna. Plus, Carlos had the best physicality of any of us, hours in the gym showed in his arms and legs, together with a flat stomach and he always seems to be a confident guy.

Paige and Jimmy returned after less than 5 minutes indoors and things became even stranger as he stood at the end of the table, Paige at his side and spoke out like a schoolboy who was being ordered to speak in front of the class.

“Sorry Nina,” Jimmy said, his head down a little, “It was rude of me to say you’d gone too far, please accept my apologies.” Everybody was aghast at this, Paige stood confidently with a huge confident smile on her lips. I kicked Nina in the shin after a couple of seconds as the silence needed to be broken.

“No problem Jimmy,” she said, her speech a little slurred from the alcohol. “We are all friends here and nobody will make you do anything you don’t want to!”

Jimmy looked up and smiled, then offered to get people more drinks, a perfect distraction for the group and Carlos followed him inside to fulfil what was actually a large order, MJ now on the Jack Daniels. Whilst they were away setting up the drinks Nina went inside to grab a deck of cards and the ladies quickly set up the game. The women each take a seat at the table leaving a space in-between for the guys, creating a boy, girl, boy girl scenario. As they are moving seats, clearing a space and wiping down the spills from our drinks, Paige said she had to speak to Jimmy as he gets embarrassed about his penis.

MJ says not to worry about it, stating Marty and Mike are both quite small when soft, saying she was sure he’d fit in. Paige chuckled, then had to explain more.

“No, it’s not that he’s small, it’s that he is very large.” She said it nonchalantly and then continued her role of clearing the empty bowls from the olives, chips and nuts; dumping them on the service table next to the cooling BBQ. MJ was all of a sudden buoyant in her mood, more so than usual, looking over at Paige and saying, “Now that I have to see!”

Carlos brought out several drinks and handed them around, then whispered to me that this was all a bit weird, but he was up for it, he didn’t care about nudity, telling me that when he was a footballer nudity was commonplace, players’ wives and girlfriends often would be in the changing rooms when the players were naked, it was almost the norm in fact. I told him he’d have to tell me more about his playing career some time just as Jimmy came out with the other drinks on a tray.

Nina conferred with the other women to come up with a set of rules, Luna suggesting that with no jeopardy for them, the game would have less meaning. MJ agreed, suggesting that once two of the guys were naked, they would have to start stripping if they lost. Nina wasn’t entirely on board, but MJ noted that in theory, the men should be close to nude by the time their jeopardy kicked in. So she eventually agreed to it. Paige then said she didn’t know how to play poker, Luna said she had never really played it either; and MJ told Nina she’d need a lesson to be reminded. So Nina, the Vegas Gal that she is, suggested blackjack. They all said they knew how that one worked.

“The 21 game?” Paige asked. Nina confirming to Paige that she was correct with a thumbs up. Another minute of conferring and Nina ran inside to grab a pen and paper, followed by them writing out a set of rules for the game.

Once done Nina held up the paper and read the rules out to everybody:

Game is Blackjack

Everybody is dealer twice, then passes the deck to their right. As dealer you are immune to losing.

We go clockwise around the table.

If you bust you lose an item, unless dealer also busts.

If you beat the dealers hand you are a winner and immune from losing.

If a female player loses their partner has to remove an item, meaning you could lose 2 items in a single hand.

The dealer must draw if 16 or less, unless every other hand is bust or 16 and under.

If your score is the same as the dealer, you lose.

Everybody gets 8 lives, but the ladies keep all theirs until two guys are fully naked.

If you get BlackJack, as in a picture card and ace (10’s not counted) you can add an item of clothing but you cannot ever have more than 8 items.

If you draw 5 cards and don’t bust you don’t lose, even if dealer scores higher.

Once naked you can keep playing until you lose one more hand, at which point you must complete a forfeit set by the person with the strongest hand or the dealer.

Once naked and a forfeit has been completed you must stand up and are no longer playing, but can move to serve drinks or snacks to the others.

The game ends when four people are naked and all have completed a forfeit.

Except for winning a BlackJack hand, You cannot add clothing until 90 minutes after the game ends or you can choose to complete a second forfeit and dress right after.

Nina then went around counting everybody had 8 items of clothing. Everybody had 8 except Carlos who had nine and was told his belt was linked to his shorts, I was told to go and get something else as I only had 7, but when Paige went over and whispered something to Nina, was told to find something for Paige to have extra too. As I went inside I got confused as Paige had on Puma sneakers, two, socks makes for, panties and bra six, dress seven, and that huge necklace counted eight. But I decided to let it go, maybe Nina giving her a bonus piece for some reason.

I came back out with one of Nina’s silk scarfs for Paige and a baseball mitt for me, the game now all set to even. The game began, Nina first to deal, the space went quiet at first, but quickly everybody was chatting again, all clearly keen to remove the growing tension, the guys clearly more focussed on the game than talking.

Mary-Jane took a moment to take advantage of the chat to extend an invite to everybody, “This is fun everybody. It’s my 40^(th) in a few weeks, so you will need to come over and we can host for the same.” It was great that we were all bonded as a group, though this was getting very steamy. Even in my drunken haze I could tell everybody was engaged and keen to play, even Jimmy, who earlier seemed less keen, was clearly now more engaged and snapped up his two cards as soon as they landed in front of him.

Part 2

That evening when I heard Nina pull into the driveway, I was standing in the kitchen making a chicken salad, still naked and wondering what I should say to her about the afternoon with the lady next door. I had already decided in my head to tell the majority of the story, perhaps leaving out that I had jerked off for her.

She came in and we did the usual updates on her day, my nudity was sufficiently commonplace not to raise a conversation in itself. I plated up the food and I made us both iced teas as she went up to change into something more comfortable. Nina came down in a loose-fitting white dress and we sat on the patio, getting the full effect of the sunset.

I took a deep breath, weighing my options. I could tell her everything, the voyeurism, the visitor, the humiliation of jerking for her on command or even licking my own fingers. I knew Nina well enough to think I was fine, but the thought of Nina considering my actions as cheating or something more made my stomach twist. I wanted to be the cool guy who handled the situation. I wanted to be the one who was in control, not the naked guy who easily gave in to the wants of a woman he’d only met hours before.

"So," I started, twirling my glass. "They're moving in next door."

"Yeah? Let’s hope they are decent people and they don’t play the drums?" Nina asked with a hint of humour in her voice, her eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity about the new neighbors.

"It was an interesting afternoon for sure." I took another sip of my drink, fighting the urge to look at the side window where she had watched me. I then told her all about being seen by the woman in the window, and how I was seen skinny-dipping, just leaving out the part where I’d covered myself in cum as she watched.

“So the first time our new neighbour sees you and you are buck naked?” Nina confirmed with strange look somewhere between a smile and confusion as I continued the story of my day.

“Yup!” I said, “What are the odds?” My approach was to play it down. I went on to explain that later, after I’d been out, I met her, pointing out that I hadn't let on I knew she’d seen me naked. Nina listened and ate her salad as I talked her through meeting Mary-Jane, her husband not there yet and so I helped unload her car, and having a chance to snoop at the house. I figured Nina would want to know all about it as she’d never been beyond the entrance foyer before.

"Her pool is a mess. Green water, half-full, just horrible, and I think they have not had the water turned on yet maybe. Anyway Mary-Jane asked if she could use ours to cool off and I agreed."

Nina laughed. "How neighborly! Did you say yes?"

"I did. I told her she could use the side gate. It's no problem." I paused, gauging her reaction. "She came over and admitted she’d seen me swim naked, and somehow persuaded me to strip off."

Nina lowered her glass, a grin spreading across her face. "No way. Austin is supposed to be conservative." Her interest was piqued. "Did she join you, naked I mean?"

"Nope. We stayed on the deck. Just hanging out, drinking beers and took turns in the pool. But she kept her red swimsuit on." I made sure not to lie, but did skip a few minutes here and there, keeping my face neutral.

Nina leaned back, looking more intrigued than anything. "That sounds fun. A little wild for Texas, but fun. Very confident to be happy swimming and sunning herself with a naked man she’s only just met?"

"She's got a lot of confidence. She just didn't care about nudity, commenting that her husband usually swam naked too, hoping we wouldn’t mind since the guest bedroom overlooks their pool."

“You know me Mike, seen one naked man, you’ve seen them all! Unless he has a porn-star sized whopper between his legs”

I nearly spat out my sip of iced tea, Nina looking at me to gauge my reaction and laughed at her teasing comment, but was taking all this in her stride as I hoped she would.

"I’m told he’s not all that different to me," I said, shaking my head. "She seemed pretty casual about telling me about the size of her husband’s penis. And, I think her husband is pretty easy going too from the sound of it. She mentioned he will be over later in the week."

"Sounds like a fun couple," Nina said, her eyes drifting to the fence line. "I might have to go over and meet her properly. I love a confident woman."

I felt a pang of jealousy mixed with relief. I was glad she was interested, but I was relieved I didn't have to admit I had been put in my place by a stranger. That was a secret I would keep to myself, for now at least.

"So," I said, standing up and clearing the empty plates. "We should have them over for drinks and meet them as a couple when Marty arrives."

"I'd love that," she said, “but perhaps better if Martin keeps his shorts on.”

I corrected her, saying it was ‘Marty’, and agreed it would be weird if he showed up naked. I collected us both a bowl of ice-cream and we carried on with our conversation about the new neighbors. Nina asking if I was now going to put trunks on to swim, basically suggesting I’d managed a decent amount of time unseen, but now I’d have to cover up. I suggested that now she’d seen me why bother, it clearly wasn’t an issue. I asked Nina if she’d still skinny-dip and she said she likely wouldn’t, it would just feel weird, constantly wondering if the people next door were watching.

We lay out another hour then went inside to see finish a series we were watching on Paramount plus, the air conditioning hitting us like a wall of cold. But as I headed to the couch Nina grabbed my arm, turning me around. She had removed the dress and was stood in just her thong, her pert tits looking round and firm, the nipples pointing out like dimmer switches. We moved to the bedroom, the day's heat and the excitement of the story I’d told clearly fuelling a fire that had been smouldering in Nina since I’d started telling her about Mary-Jane.

Nina was particularly hot that night, her intensity and moans mingling with the sound of our hands rubbing against each other. She was always keen in the bedroom, but perhaps imagining the woman next door spying on me, or the thought of seeing Marty naked; had her on fire. I pulled her tight, and wrestled her onto our bed, burying my face in her neck, my mind focussed on my sexy wife.

She awkwardly removed her underwear and I flipped her over, my erection quick to come to attention, despite all its hard work today. I knelt up and she raised her butt into the air facing away from me, her favourite position, doggy style. I grabbed her hips and pushed in a little, but she clearly wanted it all immediately, reaching back to pull at her buttocks to open her hole wide for me. I just rammed into her gaping hole to the hilt, held a moment, then began to pump at her. She let go and used her arms to keep us in balance as I went at her hard and fast. Realising I was in a good place to last tonight, the third time in day always lasting a long time, though I realised it had been a few years since I did that.

Nina came hard, her body shuddering against mine, her cries of pleasure louder than usual and she didn’t care if the sound travelled. I still had plenty in the tank and kept going, Nina telling me she could feel another coming, not to stop, repeatedly demanding I not stop or slow down. I obeyed, but I was getting close myself, that familiar feeling brewing in my balls. I was never normally this rough, but I was really banging Nina hard and she was demanding more, I felt like a porn-star as I thrust into her and then it hit me, the point of no return, and I shouted I was coming, Nina again shouting not to stop she was so close.

I felt my orgasm hit and I was cumming in her, another incredibly strong orgasm, just as she too had her second orgasm. Whilst we didn’t manage to cum together every time, one time in three was common for us and I knew she got super sensitive herself after the second one hit, so I slowed down to a snail’s pace, my dick starting to move from pleasure to pain but with a deep sense of satisfaction. This hadn’t actually lasted all that long, maybe ten minutes, but I was exhausted and my brain was telling me my satisfaction had nothing to do with the woman in the red swimsuit and everything to do with the woman in my arms.

We collapsed on the bed and I lay there, heart pounding as Nina rolled over and lay her head on my chest, her free arm gently stroking my thigh, then patting down my groin.

“I think I squirted!” she said. “Did you feel it?” I said I wasn’t focussed elsewhere, but reached down to feel and I was indeed soaked in a mix of our fluids, our fingers touching and sticking in the matted mess of my pubic hair. She wiped her hand on my chest and we lay another 5 minutes before she suggested we shower.

For the next few days, everything was mundane. We went to work, we watched TV after we’d eaten, the usual rhythm of our life. The neighbors were quiet. I checked the window occasionally, but I saw no signs that a moving truck had been, and the house next door was quiet. I wondered if they were still unpacking, or if Marty was home yet. The silence was a welcome relief, giving me time to recover from the intensity of our encounter.

Then came Thursday. I was exhausted after a long meeting and decided to leave work early and take a swim at home. As I pulled into our driveway I saw a big BMW saloon parked in the driveway of the house next door. It was a sleek, dark blue model, one of the newer ones, gleaming in the sun, and on the street was a large truck, its back doors wide open and deep at the back was furniture, several guys in those weird hernia belts moving items inside.

I didn’t see Mary-Jane’s Escalade and had to assume the BMW was Marty’s car. He must be doing okay. I knew that model to be over $100k with options.

I parked my car and walked into the house, the click of the lock feeling louder than usual. I was tired, my back aching, and all I wanted was a beer and a swim. I went to the kitchen to grab a drink and looked out the back window, scanning the yard and thinking it best to put my swimsuit on today, not wanting to scare a removal guy.

I went to our room to change and took a moment to see what was happening. I took a long pull of my beer, staring at the BMW. It was badly parked in the driveway, nose-first, as if the driver had just abandoned it. The "For Sale" sign had been removed, and a small welcome mat that looked brand new was at the propped open front door. I watched them move boxes and furniture, but it was clearly the last few bits and I wondered if Marty was inside, and if Mary-Jane was there too.

I finished my beer quickly, deciding I’d go over and see if I could help out, be a good neighbour. I swapped out my work clothes for shorts and polo shirt, then went down and over to their house, banging on the door and calling out. A short, round man in a removal company overalls and sweat pouring from his bald head appeared and asked who I was looking for. I said I was from next door and I wanted to introduce myself to Marty or Mary-Jane.

He looked me over and then turned and shouted up the stairs behind him. “Mr McCarthy, there’s some guy here to see you. Say’s he’s the guy next door!” He then stood there as if he was guarding the place until I saw a guy bounding down the stairs.

The man in front of me was maybe 5ft 7 or 8, had thick salt and pepper hair with a strong defined left parting. Likely late forties, stocky, but fit looking, like a wrestler. He wore a pink Tommy Hilfiger polo shirt and well pressed brown chinos, alligator skin style loafers finishing off a look that felt like a cliché more than an outfit. He reached out and grabbed my hand, pressing his hand over the top and shaking it vigorously, a friendly disarming smile on his face.

“Marty McCarthy!” He said in way of introduction, “It’s a stupid name I know, but people never forget me, that’s for sure!” His Texan drawl somewhat strange, like there was another accent hiding behind it, but I couldn’t place it. I was about to introduce myself, but he interrupted and said, “You must be Mike, right? MJ has told me you are a real stand-up guy and helped her out last week, even let her use your pool to cool off!”

Part of me wanted to hate the guy, but he really did have a presence and air of confidence about him, confident, but not cocky. He all but pulled me in and on seeing the removal guy just stood watching said, “Larry move your ass, I said I want this all unloaded before MJ gets here. You’ve got less than an hour.”

“Yes, Mr McCarthy.” he said, turning and heading into an adjacent room.

Marty invited me into the kitchen and I was surprised to see it looked pretty well setup already, equipment neatly in place, glass fronted units neatly filled and a large refrigerator filling the space that was conspicuously empty last time I was here. He grabbed two glasses and asked if I’d like some wine, beer or something stronger, winking as he said the last option. I said beer was fine and he opened the fridge to grab two Coors lights, cracking the tops off with a bottle opener attached to the side of the fridge.

We chatted for a bit and I asked if I could be of any help but he insisted it was fine. He told me about his work, his construction equipment business and his several cars. We shared a lot in common and our age gap of ten years didn’t seem to be any kind of barrier. By the bottom of my third beer we heard a car pull up and soon after Mary-Jane came in dressed in a bright sundress that stopped half-way between knee and thigh. It was yellow with red and green flowers printed on it and it looked expensive.

“Mike,” She said when she saw me, “I hope Marty is looking after you okay.” I said he was and we were just getting to know each other.

“We have quite a lot in common.” Marty said, taking another swig of beer.

“Indeed you do,” she said with a grin, then reached over and groped at Marty’s dick through the front of his Chinos. “Two little chaps together.” Marty laughed and I suddenly felt awkward, but he seemed to brush it off instantly, like her jibes were the norm. She then made a comment about me being the first she’d seen in the flesh with its foreskin still attached, but it was so casual it may as well have been a comment about my polo shirt.

I could tell they had things to do so I excused myself, but not before inviting them over for a BBQ on the weekend. They were both keen so I left them to it, telling them I’d let them know the time later as Marty walked me out.

“You okay bud?” he asked, clearly checking on the small dick jibe from MJ. I laughed and said she was clearly joking, and I was actually pretty average. Marty chuckled and agreed that in reality he knew he was too, but because MJ had seen some of his friends naked, she had a new outlook on average. He left that hanging as I walked out on over to my house, the removal guys packing up their gear and dumping huge piles of folded blankets into plastic buckets in the truck.

Nina still wasn’t home so, hearing the removal lorry drive off, decided to take a swim, au naturel as usual. I grabbed a towel and walked out, quickly looking up to the window that overlooked our pool, but there was nobody there. I was almost sad about it, but I was hot and wanted to cool off, so I jumped in and just wafting about, not bothering with swimming at all. I have a pool chair that keeps you mostly submerged, but sat upright enough to read or watch the world, so I climbed in and relaxed, the late sun dipping behind the house and casting a shadow that I could use to keep out of the sun. As I floated about, bumping off the side and around in no specific order I would glance up at their window from time to time. On about my sixth or seventh time glancing that way I spotted motion, so tried to keep myself at an angle that allowed me to look out of the corner of my eye.

The sun was still hitting the window so there was a lot of glare, but I was sure somebody was there looking down. It killed me not knowing if it was MJ or Marty, or maybe both of them. Then a wisp of cloud must have masked the sun for a moment and I saw it was both of them looking down on me, their faces and mouths animated in some kind of conversation, the cloud then moving away and the glass shining in sunlight again.

I continued to waft about in the pool for a few more minutes, considering climbing out, but I heard a car pull up, sure it would be Nina. A minute later and she was out on the deck saying hi and asking if I wanted a drink. I did and she returned a few minutes later in her yellow and red striped bikini with a beer for me and a Pepsi Max for herself, the glass she’d poured as much filled with ice as Pepsi, the cubes clinking against the glass as she walked. I could have sworn she was even shaking her hips a little as she moved, eventually taking a seat at the table.

“Are they still watching?” Nina asked nonchalantly. I looked up as casually as I could and I noted there was nobody there. I told her I couldn’t see them, and then started to tell her about meeting Marty and that he’s called Marty McCarthy, making her laugh. We continued general chatter about our days and I figured it was now time to get out the pool. My beer finished, I flopped out of the pool chair and made my way to the steps, away I wasn’t exactly presenting my penis at its best, the cool water doing its work.

Nina did her usual as I climbed out. “The pool still nice and cool Peach?” Peach being her cute name for me. I ignored her quip and grabbed my towel to dry off. I was thinking about grabbing another beer when the door-bell sounded, the familiar Rise of the Valkyrie ring tone playing its tune to let us know we had a visitor.

“You get that Peach,’ Nina stated, “I’m not dressed to answer the door.” I said something about not being dressed at all, but wrapped the towel around my waist and went to the door where MJ and Marty were stood. I greeted them and it quickly became clear they wanted to use our pool to cool off after a busy day moving in. I felt like I couldn’t really say no, but didn’t want to embarrass Nina, asking them to go down the side path and I’d let them in.

The stepped around and I closed the door, walking out and around, pausing to fill Nina in. She made no effort to move or grab a cover-up, so I went and let them in the side gate. We walked in and Nina stood to greet them as I introduced everybody, then I offered drinks. Both said they were fine, but Nina asked me to refill her Pepsi, the glass still filled with ice.

I went inside and opened myself a beer, filling Nina’s glass carefully with Pepsi, making an effort not to kill all the bubbles. When I came back out Nina was chatting with MJ who had shed her towelling robe to reveal an orange one piece swimsuit, the top and bottom linked by a complex arrangement of stings and straps, my first thought being that it would create a mad strange set of tan-lines. Marty was in the pool swimming casually end to end, the women already deep in conversation about the nightmares of moving home.

I stood next to Nina and put my own opinions into the pot when opportunity arose but it was clear they were happy chatting without me. I drank my beer quickly and realised I was now five or six beers in and definitely felt the buzz kicking in as I went in for another, thinking I had better make this my last as I was up early in the morning for a work meeting. I stood next to Nina again and tried to get into their chat, the conversation now a mix of pool maintenance and MJ saying they had a pool guy now coming Monday next week to drain, clean and refill their pool. Not missing a beat MJ asked if I’d noted about Marty or others for that matter skinny-dipping in the pool when it was sorted.

“Well if I’m happy with him swimming naked in my pool, I cannot imagine having an issue with him in your pool Mary.” As Nina said it I looked down at her, sure she had to make a conscious effort not to look at me after she revealed that Marty was naked in our pool.

“Why don’t you join him Mike,” MJ followed up with quickly, “Leave us gals to get to know each other. And with that Nina reached up and yanked at my towel, uncinching the bind so it fell to the floor before I could grab it.

“Nothing I’ve not seen before Mike.” MJ stated with a smile, her eyes lasered in on my groin. Nina smacked my butt playfully and said to jump in the pool, so I downed the beer I was holding and ran over, bombing into the water and splashing Marty who hadn’t seen me coming.

I swam a couple of laps, trying to warm up and clear my head. Marty followed, and we ended up just floating about, chatting about work, wives, and the usual stuff guys talk about. But it soon took a sexual turn as Marty told me the story of Mary-Jane telling him about catching me skinny-dipping and how she took charge of the situation, surprised that I had actually gone along with her.

He then told me it was actually the best news ever, as one of the reasons they moved home was they got new neighbors last year at their old house and they complained about them being naked in their garden and pool. He said they had never worn swimwear but the new neighbors had complained, and because they lived in a gated community with a HOA it was causing too many issues; he even joked about shooting them, but I was only half sure he was joking.

After a few minutes, Nina and Mary-Jane called us out of the pool demanding wine. I looked over at Marty and he was already wading over to the steps, striding up and out. I couldn't help but stare as his penis was shrivelled up from the cold water, looking like a fat little wrinkled worm. But he walked out like it was a foot long, shoulders back and chin up. I followed behind, noting I was actually only a little bigger than he was. He stopped half way between the pool and the dining table and waited for me to catch up, and I noticed his all-over tan, several shades darker than my own.

The women both laughed and grabbed their phones, snapping pictures of us. "For the album," Mary-Jane said with a grin. I just shook my head and reached for my towel, Marty doing the traditional ‘strong-man’ pose. Once happy they had what they wanted the ladies continued their chatter as Marty and I dried off. I showed him inside and grabbed a bottle of wine from the wine fridge, pointing to a cupboard in the corner for Marty to grab glasses. We were both warming up now and we didn’t look bad now and I felt it was right not bothering to put any clothes on. We sat at the table with the ladies, Marty making some joke about playing a game of strip poker. Nina rolled her eyes, but I could tell she was amused.

I decided to hell with it and had another beer, telling myself it was just one more as Marty poured three glasses of wine, I ran in for the beer. The conversation flowed easily, the women keeping us entertained with stories about their husbands and silly things or mistakes we’d made, including the time Marty got drunk on a cruise and went for a naked walk around the ship, getting caught by three female cleaners who brought him back to the room, nearly waking every cabin with their laughter.

Mary-Jane also seemed fascinated by my foreskin as she mentioned it several times. I told her that it was not commonplace in England for boys to be circumcised, unless Jewish for some medical reasoning. She quizzed Nina about it, but she had no thoughts on it either way, only taking time to note I kept mine nice and clean.

Marty seemed to be enjoying himself, his quiet confidence not defined by his nudity. I had to admit, it was nice to be able to relax and be myself, without worrying about what anyone thought, naked and a little drunk. Nina kept resting her free hand on my thigh, gently stroking casually as she told the story of how we once went to beach and had all our belongings stolen when we swam, walking back to the hotel in just our swimwear, only to find out we’d not exited the water in the right place and it had been handed in at breakfast the next day.

As her humorous tale progressed her hand was getting closer to my groin and I was getting that familiar twinge, things were stirring and I could feel blood flowing towards my dick. I tried to ignore it but it was becoming obvious to anybody who looked, MJ having a clear view, though Marty’s view was obstructed by the rim of the table. Nina, took a moments pause in her story and looked me in the eye.

“You okay there Peach?” she asked with a mischievous grin. I said I was not and should excuse myself, but she said it was fine, it was nothing MJ hadn’t seen before, and if MJ hadn’t noticed before, she would have to notice now. She was in fact looking right at my penis as it made the final rise up and out, my sitting position not the most flattering. MJ smiled and then pushed on Nina to continue the story, like the fact her new neighbour was naked and hard in front of her was nothing.

The next hour passed in a blur of laughter as the sun began to set, my erection died and returned three times and I was beginning to think it would never stop until Nina noted she and I had work in the morning, politely letting our guests know it was time to go home. We finished our drinks and stood up to say our goodbyes, my dick was at more than half-mast as I shook Marty’s hand, Nina telling them they were welcome to use the pool any time until theirs was fixed. I reminded them of the BBQ for Sunday as they left out of the side gate, Marty dressed just in a pair of sliders, carrying all their gear and leading the way.

No sooner had the gate closed, Nina literally pushed me into the house. She let me to the lounge and sat me down, then pulled my legs so my butt was on the edge of the chair. She then climbed over me, pulled her bikini bottom to the side and sank down onto me, the second push had her sink down as far as she could go, my dick at its full hardness again. I felt like her plaything, a dildo holder, as she rode me like a jockey, dropping herself hard on every downward motion, grinding into me and raising up again. She was going so fast that I slipped out three or four times, but every time she just reached around and guided me in again. I tried to reach for her tits, but she slapped my hand away and rode me harder and faster until she was reaching her climax, calling for me to fuck her. I used my legs and hips to push up and meet her thrusts which was all she needed, having a long drawn out orgasm, her face buried in a sofa cushion she’d picked up to muffle her screams of pleasure.

She eventually finished and flopped down onto me. I wasn’t done but she stifled my attempts to finish inside by pressing down with her body until eventually climbing off, my groin a sticky mess, my erection throbbing. She stood over me a moment her eyes darting between my eyes and groin, a satisfied smile on her face, then reached down.

“Let me give you a hand with that.” She began stroking me, then paused to kneel in front of me, stroking again, her hand squelching in her own juices as she stroked me. As I had been reaching my own orgasm when she jumped off, and it didn’t take long for me to explode all over myself, Nina slowing down at a perfect pace, finally letting go and wiping her hand on my thigh.

“That was fun!” Nina said, still a little out of breath. “I quite like this boys naked, girls dressed thing. It really got me horny having the two of you exposed and vulnerable; though I was desperate to throw off my swimsuit and strut in front of them in my birthday suit!”

“Why didn’t you?” I questioned. Nina, still kneeling in front of me, told me she was worried that they would think we were swingers or something. I noted she may have been right and we made our way to the bedroom to shower, Nina stripped off her bikini and we stood together in our shower stall washing each other and caressing each other under the hot stream of water from the rainfall style nozzle we have fitted. By the time Nina had finished washing my dick and balls I was hard again and Nina asked if I wanted to go again. We quickly dried ourselves and landed on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs.

This time I took charge and pounded into her missionary style, again my recent orgasm allowing me to last long enough for her to cum twice before I too dumped what must have been a small load into her. We collapsed on the bed, and even though it was only 8:50pm, we went to sleep holding each other. I woke in the night needing to pee so had to peel myself off her, our damp skin having almost glued us together, Nina barely stirring.

I got back into bed and lay our thin bedsheet over her, got comfy and was asleep in seconds, my mind awash with how we would cope with new neighbors like this, and how horny the whole clothed female, naked male scenario had made her.

Part 1

It was last May when this happened. I am mid-thirties, an Englishman living in Austin, Texas and married to a Thai/American with a life that is outwardly perfect but quietly mundane. My wife, Nina, was at work, and I had the rare luxury of a day off. I stepped out back into the scorching sun, the forecast stated ninety Fahrenheit. The sight of my pool was wonderful, my private oasis, but it was also my private naked retreat. The house next door, the one with the cracked driveway and the yellow "For Sale" sign, had been empty for over a year, the four years prior to that, the old lady who’d lived there was bedridden and only used the ground floor. The only way anyone could see into my yard was through a window from a room on the second floor, the benefit of being the last house on the block.

I didn’t bother with trunks. I’d been swimming naked since I was a kid, and the sensation of the cool water against my bare skin was pure freedom. I was a little self-conscious of my penis as it was well under three inches soft, so I avoided nude beaches and resorts from fear of being the smallest guy there, just enjoying outdoor nudity at home. I dove in, the shock of the chlorine stinging my nose, followed immediately by the relief of the temperature drop. I floated on my back, staring up at the blue sky, letting the sun bake my shoulders for a while. I then swam laps for ten minutes to get the heart pumping and release some pent up energy. Once I was done, I climbed the steps out and padded naked to a sun lounger, very aware of the cold water having shrunk my dick and balls back to almost nothing.

I put on my sunglasses, lay on a lounger to dry and must have dozed off for a few minutes, lulled by the hum of the cicadas and the gentle lapping of water against the pool tiles. I woke up with a start, my body warm in the sunshine. My cock was hard, a fact that wasn't unusual for me, but it felt particularly rigid today, throbbing in the heat. I lay there for a moment, staring at the empty sky, wondering if I should get up. I decided to indulge myself. I grabbed a bottle of sun-lotion from the side table and stood up to slather myself from head to toe, and finished on my rock hard dick as it sat at its full length, a shade under six inches.

Horny as hell, I lay back down and spread my legs so they hang off the sides of the lounger, feet planted. I began to stroke myself, my hand moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. I closed my eyes, imagining the pool was filled with a bunch of naked women, and I let myself go. I slowed down, teasing the head, then sped up, my breath coming in short gasps. It was a slow burn, a perfect way to spend a lazy morning.

Just as I was about to tip over the edge, I felt a prickle of awareness at the back of my neck. I opened my eyes and lazily scanned the scene around me. Then out of the corner of my eye there she was, standing at the window next door. A woman, maybe thirty, short blonde hair, standing in the frame, watching me. My heart hammered against my ribs. I was frozen, exposed, with my erection standing tall in the open air. I stopped for a moment, but she didn't look away. She was watching me with a wicked, knowing smile, her eyes aimed directly at me. I didn't let on I'd seen her and resumed stroking my hard dick. My internal monologue rationalised that, if she was disgusted by my actions, she would have moved away or even opened the window and shouted at me. I was also sure she'd not be able to tell I was sneaking looks in her direction because of my Ray-Bans and the angle of her viewpoint at my four o'clock position.

A part of me wanted to scramble away, who was she? Realtor? Prospective buyer? The old lady’s family? Instead, I ignored the whole question as a perverse thrill shot through me. Convinced she was unaware I'd spotted her voyeurism, I continued to stroke myself, harder this time, using the lotion to make my hand glide slickly over my skin. I kept glancing at her out of the corner of my eye, a silent spectator to my assumed private moment of pleasure. That she was watching made me impossibly horny, I felt like I was performing for her, a live porn movie of sorts. I clenched my jaw and stroked faster, my hips bucking slightly off the lounger until I eventually came with a groan, shooting a huge amount of cum all over my chest and stomach, the hot cum dripping down my body.

I lay there for a moment, catching my breath, then grabbed a towel to wipe myself clean. I looked up, and she was still there, but now she was holding her phone up, the screen lighting her face from the shadow of the room, clearly taking pictures or maybe video. Panic flared in my chest. What was she going to do with that? Before I could overthink it, I scrambled up, discarded my towel, and dove into the pool, submerging myself completely to hide my embarrassment.

I swam about for ten minutes and kept an eye on her. Then as I turned after a lap, she was suddenly gone.

I soon came inside, showered and went out to the strip-mall a couple of miles away, when I opened my door I noticed an Escalade parked in the driveway of the empty house next door. The "For Sale" sign was still there but a bright yellow "Sold" sticker was displayed. I wondered if I’d not noticed that sold sign and I thought about it while grabbing groceries and lunch, my brain was distracted with the thought of my actions maybe causing a problem with the new neighbor, or worse, the authorities. I drove back from the store half expecting to see a Police cruiser in my driveway, but it was clear as I parked in my driveway. As I climbed out she waved at me, calling out a friendly “Howdy!” so I walked over. She was unloading boxes from the back of the large SUV. I stepped up to the open tailgate and offered a hand, introducing myself by name.

"I’m Mike. Need a helping hand neighbor?" I asked.

"Yeah, thanks," she said, flashing a bright smile. "I'm Mary-Jane." Her pretty face topped with a perfectly styled short blonde haircut, her long denim skirt and oversized plaid shirt hiding her body from me though. We exchanged pleasantries as I helped her haul boxes into the house. She was strong, her arms muscled and defined, and we both ended up sweating profusely by the time we were done. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, looking at her leaf-covered pool, the green algae shimmering in the sunlight.

"God, it looks disgusting," she said, wiping sweat from her neck. "My pool is only half filled and the water is gross. Mind if I cool off in your pool, plus I can’t even shower as the water here is all messed up and the guy coming to fix it won’t be here until the morning!"

I instinctively asked how she knew we had a pool and she simply said she'd noticed when the realtor showed them the house two months earlier. "Go ahead," I said, describing where to find the side gate, "I'll leave it unlocked."

I left her unpacking some kitchen items and quickly went home, eating half my Subway and grabbing a cold beer. I went to my bedroom quickly and put on a pair of loose swim shorts as I sent Nina a quick WhatsApp message to tell her we have new neighbors and that I’d invited them over to use our pool as theirs is not in a good state. Beer in hand, I went out to the deck and waited.

Twenty minutes later the gate opened and Mary-Jane walked out. My breath hitched in my throat when I saw her in a red one-piece swimsuit that looked exactly like the ones they wore on Baywatch back in the nineties. It was tight, hugging her curves, her large tits and short blonde hair bouncing as she walked. She was about 5'5", with big, natural breasts that strained against the fabric, a bit of a tummy but undeniably sexy, with strong womanly legs that gave her an amazing presence.

She left a towel on a lounger and went over to the pool, going directly down the steps in a way that proved she’d seen me use them previously. I watched her doing a few lazy laps, breast-stroke with her head out of the water, clearly trying to avoid getting her perfectly set haircut wet. I sat on a lounger, nursing my beer, my sunglasses back on so I could watch her without being too obvious, trying to keep my eye-line away from the pool.

"Need a drink?" I asked, standing up.

”One of those beers would be perfect,” she said. So I went inside and grabbed another couple of bottles from the fridge and brought them out. On my return she'd got out the pool and was laid out on the lounger adjacent to mine. I passed her a beer and she immediately took a long swig, sighing with that satisfying first sip sound.

"You've got a great setup here," she said, leaning up on one elbow to look right at me. "Ever skinny dip?"

I was taken aback by such a brazen question and hesitated for a few seconds. Mary-Jane had a naughty grin on her face as our eyes met, she winked, then took another swig of beer.

"Yeah, I do. Your place was empty for so long and the previous owner was old and lived on the lower floor which gave me plenty of opportunity. So I never wear anything if I don't have to. But I totally understand if you’d rather I didn’t now that you’ve moved in."

"Well, you don't have to cover up on my behalf," she said, her voice dropping an octave, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. I reacted as if it was a joke and chuckled, moving the chat to where she lived before. She told me about their old place near Dallas, including how her husband never wore anything in their pool there, but that it wasn't overlooked and hoped my wife and I wouldn't be offended if he, or anybody else for that matter, swam nude in their pool once it was sorted. I said that it was fine with me and it was unlikely my wife would care. I said it with the hope she wouldn’t care, but I guess there was chance she would! However, on the positive side, she has never had issues about nudity, or my skinny-dipping, so I was likely okay, maybe?

The skinny-dipping chatter soon was front and centre with Mary-Jane asking if I would be naked right now if she wasn't here. I admitted I probably would and she again took charge of the conversation, suggesting I strip off if I wanted to, the suggestion more of an order in tone.

Since she'd seen everything, and I do mean everything, I decided to see where this might go. With a quiet statement to clarify we weren't swingers, I looked at her, then down at my shorts. I untied the drawstring and let them fall to the ground. I stood there, my soft cock pointing straight out at it's usual 45 degrees, sitting atop my balls. She didn't even pretend to look away. She stared right at it, her eyes roaming over the length of it, her head tilting slightly.

I felt a little self-conscious. I knew it wasn't huge. It was below average, maybe a lot below average when soft, at just over two and a half inches, but if it meant she too would get nude I decided it was worth it. I shifted from foot to foot, nervous energy taking over. My hands instinctively covered my groin as I sat back on the lounger.

"You're a grower, aren't you?" she asked suddenly.

I felt my cheeks redden as I answered her, like answering honestly was an order for me to follow. "Yeah. I am."

She laughed, a loud, throaty sound. "My husband is too. He's only about one to two inches soft, but nearly seven inches when he's hard."

"I'm six inches hard!" I admitted to her, a bit too quickly.

She raised an eyebrow. "Six inches? That's actually quite respectable. My husband's got a bit of an inferiority complex about it when soft, but I think it’s cute."

"I do too!" I said.

"You think my Marty’s penis is cute too?” She responded with a laugh. I nearly answered, but realised she was just teasing me.

“You don’t have to be shy with me, Mike," she said, her voice softening. "It's very liberating, isn't it? Talking about it?"

I nodded, realising the conversation was having an effect on me. My penis was reacting to the sexual chatter and Mary-Jane’s red swimsuit. As it began to stiffen, rising off my balls, it began to cast a shadow on my stomach. I felt a very embarrassed, but she didn't seem to care. She just looked at it, her eyes darkening.

"I think I need to go for a swim," I said. Quickly standing and doing a running jump into the pool, the water splashing over the edge as I submerged. I swam a few laps, trying to cool down, but the image of her in the red swimsuit and her frank conversation kept replaying in my mind. I realised my erection wasn’t going away and the cold water had my balls somewhere in my intestines. I swam to the edge of the pool, my heart racing and I rested my arms on the side so we could continue to chat. Mary-Jane was lying face down on the lounger, her back to the sun, her skin showing around the thin strapping at the back of her suit.

"Need anything else?" I asked.

She tilted her head and looked at me, her eyes lingering on mine. "A cold drink of water would be good if you can."

I looked down at myself. My cock was still hard, sticking straight out, occasionally bouncing into the edge of the pool. I felt a flush of heat rise to my cheeks.

"I'm sorry," I said. "Can you wait? I have a bit of a problem that needs to subside."

She smiled, a knowing look in her eyes. "I've seen it all before, Mike,” she said, quickly adding, “I mean erect penises in general." A moment of her earlier voyeurism nearly catching her out and she was now covering up her earlier indiscretion.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. "Okay. I'll be right back."

I climbed out of the pool, the water sluicing off my body. My erection was rock hard, pointing the way as I walked back to the house. I could feel her eyes on me the entire time. I grabbed a glass of iced water and came back out, my erection still not wanting to go away. She was sitting up, clapping slowly as I handed her the glass.

"Definitely a grower," she said, her voice dripping with approval. "That's a lovely thing to see."

I handed her the glass, my hands shaking slightly, and I lay back down on my lounger, trying to hide my erection by pulling up my knees. I felt incredibly exposed.

"I'm sorry about that," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

She took a sip of water, and then set it down on the ground. "It looks lovely," she said. "If I were single, I'd offer to help you get some relief, but I'm married. I reminded her I too was married and wondered what my Nina would think if she came home right now.

“You're welcome to sort yourself out, though.” Mary-Jane said with a wink. “I like to watch men take care of themselves, always have. I must have watched more than twenty guys over the years, maybe more!"

I looked at her, my heart pounding. "Really?"

"Really," she said. "Go ahead. Show me what you've got."

I hesitated for a second, then remembering she’d seen me do it once already, lowered my legs and reached for my cock. I wrapped my hand around it, my fingers closing around the hot, hard flesh the blood-flow so strong it was verging on pain. I began to stroke myself, slowly at first, my eyes fixed on hers. She watched intently, her breathing shallow.

"Speed up," she commanded softly.

I did. I stroked faster, my hand moving up and down the shaft, the head glistening with pre-cum.

"Slower," she said.

I obeyed, slowing down to a torturously slow pace.

"Squeeze your balls," she ordered as she stood and moved nearer, standing so close I could have reached out and touched her legs.

I reached down with my other hand and gently squeezed my testicles, pulling them down slightly.

"Oh, that's good," she murmured.

I was so turned on by her commands, by the fact that she was watching me, that I couldn't hold back. I stroked myself furiously, my hips bucking off the lounger. I came with a roar, shooting another decent amount of cum all over my chest and stomach, surprising myself with the amount considering I'd ejaculated only three hours earlier.

I lay there for a moment, catching my breath, my hand still wrapped around my softening cock. She reached out and touched my cheek, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "Lick your fingers clean," she said.

I looked at her, confused. "What?"

"Lick your fingers clean," she repeated, her voice firm. "Now."

Something in my head went ping. I didn't know why, but I wanted to obey. I lifted my hand to my mouth and ran my tongue over my fingers, licking up some of the salty, white fluid. It was humiliating, but incredibly erotic. She watched me, her eyes dark with desire, but I realised I was struggling with it, this was too much. I was making a show of it, but I wasn’t exactly licking my fingers clean.

"Perhaps you like that Mike, maybe you should wipe up the rest," she commanded, "from your chest and groin. Slurp it down."

I looked at the mess on my stomach and chest. I hesitated for a second, so she leant over, grabbed my wrist and moved it so my fingers landed in a pool of cum. Under her spell now I scooped up the sticky mess with my fingers. I brought it to my mouth, but I couldn’t.

“I’m sorry, It’s too far for me Mary-Jane!” As I spoke my eyes never left hers, a mixed look of disappointment and anger showing. I felt dirty for having even started to lick my hand, but in a good way. I felt like a submissive teenager, and she was the dominant woman in charge, but as the cum dripped off my fingers in the heat, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

"You're a good little man-slut," she said, “But you need to be better trained if we are going to be friends. Men like you don’t normally disappoint me by not doing as they are told!” She said it like a disappointed school teacher, but her voice was thick with desire. She reached down and pinched her nipples through her swimsuit, making them poke through the fabric. She had a dirty, knowing smile on her face as she turned and went back to her lounger.

I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped up and dove into the pool, submerging myself completely to wash away the evidence. When I came up for air, Mary-Jane was laid back swiping and prodding at her phone, a constant grin from ear to ear. I swam about for a bit to cool off, not doing laps, just floating about until my body had cooled down enough, part of me hoping the pool filter was up to clearing out my load.

I made my way to the steps and climbed out, aghast to see Mary-Jane was taking a picture of me with her phone, a picture of me naked with a post orgasm and very cold penis and balls. I looked down and was horrified to see the cold water had shrunk down to a one inch nub pointing out, my balls tucked up high into my groin. I held up a hand instinctively, but it was too late; she’d taken the pics already.

She held the phone up, showing me the screen. "I hope you don't mind," she said. "I want to show my husband. He's going to love it. It'll show him that he's not the only one with a grower, and that there are men with small dicks out there who are willing to be a little adventurous." She winked at me again. "Maybe we can have a nude men's swim sometime. Marty will be here Monday and I’ll introduce you." She then prodded and swiped at her phone again, turning the screen my way. It was a photo of a naked man, and he looked to be shorter and a little heavier than me with a deep all over tan. He was standing naked at an outdoor shower, his small penis clearly showing, her earlier comments about his dick size were clearly accurate.

I had no idea what to say, but I wanted to wash the taste of cum from my mouth, so went to get another beer. When I came back, Mary-Jane came over and gave me a quick hug, her hard nipples pressed into my chest, then said she had loads to do and left, thanking me for the swim and drink.