Out of their Comfort Zones
Are you sitting comfortably, guys? I don't know if you will be soon.
Yesterday afternoon, I was sitting on my sofa with m while p was pottering about in the kitchen. We were all dressed in our street clothes and there wasn't a whip or chain in sight. m was even reading a book. It seemed an ideal time to start shaking things up and taking the boys out of their comfort zone.
I called p into the living room.
"Okay, Mister, drop 'em. Time to take a look at that cock of yours". p was clearly startled. I 'inspect' his cock most weekends, but not usually with m sitting right next to me. He gave me a look as if to say, "Please Mistress, don't let's do this now", but I just looked straight back at him with an unyielding expression: "Yes, slave. Now".
As p started to undo his jeans, I glanced back at m, who seemed almost equally surprised this was happening in front of him. I think both boys were also wondering where was it going.
"Should I go somewhere...?" m asked, uncomfortably.
"No, darling," I replied, patting his thigh, "You stay right where you are".
p had dropped his jeans and underpants to reveal his cock cage. His face had gone crimson, but he was staring straight ahead, presumably so he didn't meet m's eyes.
"Okay, hon, let's get this thing off for you".
I took off my bracelet containing the little key, unlocked the cage and carefully removed it, handing it to him as he would have to clean it later. Underneath, his penis was all curled up and limp as usual when it has been in the cage for several days. It was a pathetic sight and p must have found it galling to have m see it.
I drew m's attention to it, in case he had looked away.
"You see how it gets all shrivelled up and horrid when it has been in the cage a while". m pulled a face.
"How long has it been in that thing?" I made p answer.
"Since last weekend. I had it on before that, but N lets me out of it when I come here".
"Has he not taken it off at all this week?" I told m to address his question to p.
"N keeps the key. She wants to be sure I'm not tempted to..." m would have let the sentence tail off like that, but I insisted p say the word.
"Masturbate. So I'm not tempted to masturbate". His voice was cracking a little. I could tell he was finding this all a bit tricky in front of another man, but still he was doing as he was told, which was the main thing.
"Okay, you can pull up your pants and go back to whatever you were doing in the kitchen - no, wash the cage first. Then come back to me in 30 minutes when your little thing has unravelled itself".
p seemed relieved to be dismissed, if only for half and hour. I'm sure he hated producing his penis in front of m, especially when it was in such a shameful condition. I'm pretty sure m didn't want to see it either, but he needed to get used to it, so I can do what I want with my boys whenever I want to.
30 minutes later, p reported back to me and dropped his jeans and underpants again. His dick was looking a bit more normal now. I started to manipulate it to bring him to a full erection. I'm sure he wanted to 'play it cool' while I did that, but the sensations my fingers were giving his long neglected cock must have been overwhelming.
He made whiny, high-pitched noises, closed his eyes and held his head back as if trying not to come. I smiled at m.
"He gets so sensitive. I have to be very careful not to take him over the top. Ah, look at it, all pink and shiny. Untouched by human hands until today!"
"How long is it since you last let him come?" I knew - I keep a record now - but I wanted p to tell him. It was like confession.
"Tell m when I last let you come, slave." Calling him 'slave' added to his excitement and caused another whine of delicious agony.
"April?" exclaimed m. "Really?" I laughed.
"Really. Why, do you think it's too long?"
"I don't think I could go that long". I looked at him sternly.
"You'd have to if I told you to, Mister". He looked me in the eyes for a sign that I was kidding but he wouldn't have found one. If I could do it to p, I could do it to him too.
"Are you going to allow him to come today?"
"Mm, what do you think, p? I said I would leave it a minimum two months between cummies, so you're not eligible for release until at least Monday. And I won't see you until next weekend...On the other hand, I could make an exception, if you would prefer to have it now, in front of m..."
I continued to masturbate him as I spoke and he started to approach the point of no return. I could see he didn't really want to ejaculate in front of m and he certainly wouldn't have wanted to lick up his come in front of him as he might have had to; on the other hand, he SOOO wanted to come he couldn't speak, he just moaned.
I took my hand away, leaving him jerking and twitching and covering the head of his knob in case he had an 'accident'.
"No", I said casually, "I said a minimum of two months and I'm going to stick to it. Pants up and get back to work". I patted his bum as he returned forlornly to the kitchen and gave m a big grin, followed by a big hug. I sensed his discomfort. He knew that he wouldn't always be a spectator only. One of these days, that might be him.
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Just a little postscript, honies. All the while I've been writing this, p has been kneeling up by the side of me, hands on his head and penis proud, forbidden to speak. He'll be very relieved to learn that I've finished. He didn't like yesterday; but he has accepted that he has to expect this sort of thing from now on.
[Pic replaces original which Tumblr wouldn't accept even after I censored it for them]