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The off-hand cruelty of Katya's email haunted him all through the following week. Nick burned when he thought of it (which was all the time). It wasn't just that his balls ached for release (which they did) - but the realisation that he had become Katya's plaything so quickly and so completely. Of course, the days dragged excruciatingly slowly. And, as anyone who's been teased and denied will tell you, it's hard to get a proper night's sleep with blue-balls.

By Thursday morning, Nick was feeling and looking thoroughly, worn-out. He splashed water on his face and told himself to hang in there. One more day and he would finally get to have all the “Uncomplicated Fun” a boy could imagine in his wettest dreams. He thought of Katya, her pretty, pixyish face smirking wickedly at him. He remembered the delicious smell of her hair as she'd put her hand on his thigh and leaned close to whisper in his ear. And Julia… Long-limbed Julia, with her classic English features and those devastating, catlike, hazel-green eyes… Oh yes, the rewards would be well worth all the frustration. 

But when Nick dressed and logged on he discovered an email that knocked him for six: "New plans for tomorrow. Can't say yet if they'll involve you. Check your inbox regularly. And remember, no spurting.  Be good! Katya."  

Once again, the rug had been pulled out from under him. He was such a sap!  Of course Katya was going to cancel him again at the last minute. She probably never intended to see him in the first place. For all Nick knew, Katya made appointments with all twelve of her Panty-Boys and then got her kicks from leaving them high and dry. It was make your mind up time. If Nick truly believed that he'd never get a sniff of either of them again, now was the time to cut his losses. Why waste another day in frustration? And yet… He had been in her apartment. Katya had introduced him to her girlfriend Julia. They were real.

As he thought about the startling ease with which they'd persuaded him to let them shave his genitals and pose in Katya's worn knickers for that humiliating photograph, he knew that their hold over him was real as well. He was pussy-whipped and that was that. By late Thursday night Nick had still not heard back from Katya. Her silence left him in a state of high anxiety. Eventually he could stand it no more and he risked her displeasure by emailing a very politely worded request to let him know if he were still required on Friday.

By midnight he cursed himself for sending the email. There was an announcement in the news section of the "Boys and Men" website stating that an expulsion had been made from the group. One of Katya's Panty-Boys had "failed to follow her very simple instructions". She stated bluntly that she had no need of time-wasters, and since there was a long waiting list, a substitute had quickly been found. Apparently, a photo of the new Panty-Boy would be added to the gallery by the end of the weekend. In the meantime, Katya advised that the rest of her little disciples should take this as a warning to "pull their little cotton socks up". Nick had not been named as the miscreant, but a gnawing doubt gripped him that he had been thrown out as punishment for daring to demonstrate his impatience by sending the e-mail. He barely managed a wink of sleep that night.

In the morning there was still no word from Katya. All week long the hours had dragged, but now they raced by at an alarming speed - his time was running out. By half-past seven all the lust and sexual heat burning up inside him began to curdle into a sick, defeated feeling. It was almost a relief when eight o'clock came  - the suspense was over.  He'd been dumped.

Curiously, Nick no longer felt sexually frustrated. The brief fantasy he'd entertained of plucking up the courage to finally visit a massage parlour had evaporated. He didn't even feel like masturbating. All he wanted to do was get drunk. As he was on his way into the West End he got a text message. He felt his stomach flip. It was from Katya. "See you in The Sticky Wicket, Bridge St. at 8.30. Don't be late!"

Nick's heart pounded as he rushed back to the house to change into Katya's knickers as instructed. It was a frantic dash to make it to The Sticky Wicket pub in time. Nick's eyes darted frantically round the bar. No sign of Katya. He ordered a large whiskey to steady his nerves. As the barman served him, Nick was distraught when he noticed a colleague from work sitting at a table near the door. Instinctively Nick turned away. But then he thought, why should he? When Katya did arrive all Craig (the work colleague) would see was Nick meeting a drop-dead gorgeous woman. What was there to hide? Probably do his status at the office no end of good! 

At that moment, Julia came into the pub. To Nick's astonishment she sat down beside Craig. Nick watched in disbelief as she casually rested her hand on Craig's arm. Craig was smiling as he chatted to Julia, but he seemed a little flustered. As well he might, thought Nick. Craig was the company's twenty-five year old admin assistant. Short and physically unprepossessing, with a chirpy personality and a seemingly endless line in quips, Craig was the archetypal cheeky chappy, whereas Julia, who towered some six inches above him (as she did above Nick) was sophistication itself, and quite simply so far out of Craig's league as to belong to another species entirely. What on earth could possibly have brought the pair of them together?  Surely Craig couldn't be a part of… As Nick was pondering this mind-boggling thought, Julia looked over to the bar. A smirk played on her lips as she arched an eyebrow at Nick. "Come and join us," said the spider to the fly.  

Julia's breezy introductions left Craig and Nick more than a little tongue-tied. Neither man admitted that they knew each other. Nor did they give away how they knew Julia. The result was a series of stumbling half sentences and awkward nods of the head. The effect wasn't lost on Julia and the more flushed and flustered they grew, the more amused she became.

"Craig's new to all this," she teased. "Bless him, he's so excited he's actually shaking." She took Craig's hand in her own and stroked it. Then she turned to Nick. "I've been telling him not to worry, Katya and I don't bite!  I wouldn't say you're an old hand, Nick but you're not a complete virgin anymore, are you, dear? And, if it hadn't been fun the first time you wouldn't be back for more. Right? Okay, drink up. Katya's had plenty of time to get everything ready for you." Craig and Nick gulped back their drinks and followed her out.

When they arrived at their destination, Katya was wearing a black leather "A" line mini-skirt and matching scooped-neck leather top with a prominent zip down the front. Neither were fetish-wear as such, but the combined effect was certainly that of a confident woman dressed for business.  The three-inch heels of her chic stilettos clicked as she walked across the stripped floorboards to meet them. "Right boys, tonight is going to be a lot of fun! And, a lot of hard work too. I need some new photographs for the site and I hope you're both going to rise to the occasion. Don't look so surprised, Nick! Craig is going to be the star of the show, but I've a very important supporting role in mind for you." 

Katya and Julia exchanged knowing glances. "I think it's time for trousers off," said Julia. The guys blinked at the directness of the order. "Before you do," said Katya with sudden seriousness, "I hope you've followed my instructions properly. We don't want to have to throw another member out!  So, have you both been good? No unauthorised ejaculations?"

They both murmured their assurance that they hadn't had an orgasm. "Good! "Properly groomed pubic area?" asked Julia. Nick had shaved that morning. He thought of his little nude ball sac nestling in Katya's knickers under his suit trousers, and the way Julia had made his dick feel so tiny and vulnerable as she washed the foam away and wiped him dry…

"And I hope you are both wearing the correct underwear," continued Katya. Craig suddenly looked very uncomfortable. Katya stared at him suspiciously. "Yes. I mean I've brought what you asked with me. But I haven't… that is, I'm not wearing…" Craig stumbled and stammered in a manner quite unlike the quip-meister Nick knew from work. 

Katya cut him short. "Get in the bathroom. I want you back out here, dressed as I said, in one minute's time. One minute, or you'll be outside in the street in two. Go!"

Craig rushed to the bathroom clutching his sports bag.

Julia turned to Nick. "Strip," she said simply.

When Craig returned from the bathroom, Nick was in for a shock. Nick gaped, then felt his mouth go dry. He cupped his hand protectively over his pantied dick and balls - but it was too late. Craig was dressed in a leather posing pouch emblazoned with the legend "Horseman". He looked over at Nick standing forlornly in Katya's panties and didn't bother hiding his smirk. There was no question about the pecking order of the two men for the night ahead of them.

Julia was setting up the camera on the tripod. Katya was laying out her props. Nick saw a ruler and a bottle of baby oil amongst them… He imagined the worst. 

"You boys don't know each other yet," said Katya to the two work colleagues, "but I've got a firm conviction that you're going to make a wonderful double act." "We don't want willies out yet, do we?" Julia said breezily to Katya. "No, no," said Katya, "that'd spoil all the fun! Plenty of time to do all the flesh shots later. That's the beauty of digital, you can shoot as many as you like, so there's no hurry. Let's start off with a shot of them standing back to back. Panty-boy on the right, horseman on the left."

"Wait a minute," said Julia "I've just had an idea.  Wouldn't it be fun to see the Horse riding the man for a change?"

Katya clapped her hands and burst out laughing. "What a brilliant idea!"

The fun had begun…!

Continued in part 4...
 

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