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The photographic session went like a dream.  A wet dream maybe - but for Nick it was also a rather scary, totally unpredictable, erotic rollercoaster of a dream.  When he was shown the door by Julia, some two hours after the first click of Katya's digital camera, Nick was at a loss to account for why he had allowed them to do such things to him.  But as for what they had done to him, there was abundant photographic evidence of that!  By the following night there was a new folder on the Boys and Men website: "Compare and

Contrast"… It spun Nick's head to look at the images in it and relive the whole bizarre experience. There was also the little matter of the "other piece of evidence", which Nick would be carrying around with him for an unspecified length of time…

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But to begin at the beginning… Two hours before his rather abrupt ejection from the house, Nick had stood, shivering in Katya's knickers while his junior colleague Craig emerged from the bathroom sporting a leather posing-pouch marked "Horseman".  You didn't need to be Sherlock Holmes to work out what Craig was packing inside it.  Nick's own considerably more modest penis and scrotum shrivelled in dread of what lay ahead.

"Is it cold in here?" asked Julia, in mock innocence. There was a wig, glasses and two masks on the table. Katya put the glasses and wig on - her familiar Bettie Page online disguise. Julia passed a leather head-mask to Nick and an extraordinary hollow horse's head to Craig.

"Erm… what did you mean about having the horse ride the man?" stammered Craig. Julia corrected him, "Not so much man as panty boy."  Nick's mouth went dry.  Craig shook his head, "When I said I was kinky, I didn't mean…"

"Don't worry boys," said Katya brightly, "we've no intention of making you perform any acts you'd be uncomfortable doing."  "We're just going to have a bit of fun with you,"

Julia agreed, as she snapped the fasteners on Nick's mask shut.  "And if you ever want it to stop all you need to do is say the safe word and that'll be the end of it.” 

“The magic words are: 'no more fun for me'," said Katya.  "And once you say those words the fun will end immediately.  And forever."

So there it was.  Take it or leave it.  Bale out or stay the course.  Both guys nervously nodded their assent.  Julia strapped Craig into the horse's head and Katya positioned Nick on all fours.  Then the horse sat astride the panty boy. 

It made for quite a picture.  Or indeed many pictures - Katya was true to her comment about the beauty of digital photography meaning you could shoot freely.  The next riding poses were perhaps more traditional (if you could call anything about what was happening 'traditional').  Julia mounted Craig.  First she rode him bareback; then she saddled him up.  She clutched the reigns in one hand and a riding crop in the other.  She curled her lip in a sneer and fixed the camera with a supremely haughty look.  With her dark cascading curls and flashing green eyes Julia might have been riding an Arab stallion rather than an office clerk.

Nick was Katya's mount.  To his surprise she didn't want him on all fours, but lying on his back.  She also wanted the mask off.  As she explained to him, no one would be seeing his face in these shots.

"It's a sort of food chain thing," said Julia, as she moved behind the camera.  "Katya's at the top of the chain, I'm assisting Katya, Craig's the horseman, and you are… well what would you say you were, Nick?"

Nick shifted uneasily.  Whatever he said, he was sure it would be the wrong answer.  "Cat got your tongue?" said Katya.  "Need a clue?" She stood over him and played with the riding crop…

"…the stable boy..?" Nick stammered. Katya and Julia laughed.  Even Craig seemed to be laughing from somewhere inside his horse's head.

"Tell him," said Katya.  Julia smiled wickedly. "In ecology you're what's known as a bottom-feeder." "Mmmf…" Whatever Nick's response to this was, it was lost as Katya sat directly on his face.  She wiggled around getting comfortable.  When she felt Nick's nose slot into the knicker-clad cleft between her bum cheeks, she leant back and let him take her full weight.  Perfect.  There were a lot of photos to take in this position and she didn't want to be uncomfortable. 

It was heaven and hell being trapped there.  Heaven because… well obviously Katya was a stunningly beautiful woman and her arse… her arse was to die for! But the longer it went on the harder Nick found it to breathe and the more the phrase "to die for" seemed possible.  He was seeing stars.  The air he struggled to gasp down was scented with her perfume (both the kind that came from a bottle and the more intimate sort that came from her crotch). 

He was reeling from lack of air, the feeling of confinement, and the sheer, stunning over-powering presence of a superior sexual being.  Katya swivelled on the spot (swivelled on his nose!) and in that moment he glimpsed Julia, crouched low, brandishing the camera.  Her face was lit up with excitement.  Katya's thighs muffled Nick's hearing but every now and then as she opened them to adjust her pose he caught fragments of their conversation...

"… time for dicks out?" Julia enquired.  He felt cool fingers fiddling in his panties.  His willy was tugged down through a leg hole.  Then somebody flicked it - like flicking a marble.  He could hear laughter.  Julia took some more snaps.  His dick was yanked again, this time back up through the leg-hole and out the top of the waistband.  Something rubbery - or maybe plasticy - was being pressed down against his pubic bone.  His willy was flipped upright.  The plastic thing (a dildo?) was right against it. Julia squealed with delight. He could feel Katya start to shake on top of him.  Real body rocking belly laugher.  He fancied he could hear male laughter in amongst Julia and Katya's...  

After the face-sitting poses it was indeed time for "dicks out", as Julia had put it.  In fact the next part of the session was all about dick.  Craig's cock had been thrusting obscenely against the confinement of his posing-pouch.  As Julia eased the pouch down it sprang out - already well past the semi-erect state. 

Katya tugged Nick's (in point of fact her own) knickers down to half-mast.  It was not a promising sight.  Nick's smoothly shaved organ had retreated in nervousness…

"What'll we call this picture?" asked Katya as she lined up a profile shot of the two members. "How about 'little acorns and mighty oaks'?" volunteered Julia.  Katya laughed as she snapped on a pair of surgical gloves to pose holding each of the dicks. She stuck her little finger out as though she were drinking a cup of bone china as took Nick's penis between finger and thumb, "It's like one of those before and after adverts," she giggled.

"Let's hope I'm supposed to represent the 'after'," said Craig, pointing at Nick's crotch. "I'd hate to end up with one of those!"  How dare he, thought Nick.  He was outraged that Katya was allowing Craig to join in his mockery.  But he said nothing…. 

Julia dripped some lube onto Craig's rapidly stiffening shaft and stroked it with her soft leather gloves.  Craig put his hands on his hips and emitted a contented moan as she worked his cock towards full erection. Soon her slender fingers could no longer close round the engorged shaft. The combination of leather and lube made for a wickedly obscene sound…

"Mmm, coming up nicely," said Katya, framing the shot.  "How about calling this one 'the ascent of man'?" 

She glanced in Nick's direction, "Hurry up with that!" she ordered him impatiently. Nick huffed and puffed as he struggled to wank himself stiff.  Julia shot a scornful look in his direction, "'fraid you're on your own there, Nick - bottom-feeders don't get fluffers."  Katya looked dubiously at the results.  She opened a cupboard and found a penis pump.  "Don't say we're not good to you!"  To Nick's enormous relief the device worked.  In fact it worked too well.  Nick was suddenly worried he might peak too soon.  It had been a very long since he had an orgasm.  Katya herself had seen to that.. 

Now that the boys were "up and running", Katya astonished Craig and Nick by giving each a condom. Somehow she managed "accidentally" to get them muddled up, so that Craig was left struggling with the Conform "snug fit for the smaller man", which perched on top of his knob like an elf's waterproof hat, while the Magnum XXL Nick was sporting left his penis looking like an unappetising boil-in-the-bag cocktail sausage.

Katya laughed so hard that she could barely hold the camera steady.  The look on Nick's face was so priceless that she couldn't resist snapping a sneaky unmasked shot.  He could always veto its inclusion on the website if he felt there was anything to be embarrassed about…  

Then it was Julia's turn.  It seemed that each woman was in competition to out do the other with ever more baroque humiliations.  She rose admirably to the challenge.  Julia handed Nick a hollow dildo - "Should sort out the handicap in this race."  He hesitated… Was this the point to use his safe word?  Julia looked at him evenly.  He tried to meet her eyes.  She stared him down. And, as his gaze dropped so the remains of his confidence wilted.  "It’s alright," she said sweetly, "Look, it says here on the box, 'no erection necessary'."  Nick hung his head.  He looked utterly beaten.  It seemed that he might actually cry.  Katya and Craig held their breath.  Julia held out the dildo…

And kept it there, until, after the longest time, Nick finally took the prosthetic, slipped his dwindling penis inside and strapped it on.  Julia and Katya exchanged excited looks. The game had clearly entered a new phase.  They were pumped up with the power they felt flooding into them.  And this power swept them along.  He was so completely pussy-whipped, his will so utterly crushed, that they knew they could do anything to him.  Anything...!  

Without needing to say a word, they both sensed the next stroke to play.  They descended on Nick's penis, encased in its tube of thick, sensation-insulating, realistic-feel rubber, teasing and fondling it.  Of course, Nick could feel nothing through the dildo. They even pretended to lick up the shaft and kiss the head…  A blowjob that never was.  This was what Nick's life could be like, if only things had turned out differently.  If only he had a real cock rather than the useless limpet that lurked inside the fake outer shell of the dildo.   Katya pouted at him and popped the 6 million dollar question.  Wouldn't he like to fuck one of them after all that frustrating waiting…?  How would he like to feel Julia's pussy gripping his stiff manhood? Squeezing, milking those swollen balls of all their pent-up cum...?  Nick was numb.  He knew that such a thing would never happen in this or any other lifetime.   He'd learned that much.  However, he was still unprepared for what was really on offer. 

"Julia's pussy" came in a box.  It was called a Fleshlite and it was an artificial vagina - a discreet masturbation aid for the single man.  "The kind of man," as Julia put it, leaning close into Nick's face and whispering seductively in his ear, "Who can't get a real pussy to play with."  The Fleshlite was shaped like a torch (or flashlight), which made it easy for Julia to clench between her thighs.  She pushed her skirt up and knelt down on all fours, the Fleshlite clamped tightly in place.  She looked over her shoulder at Nick and wriggled her butt at him in a parody of the pornstar come-on.  "Come on big boy, do your worst." Katya's hands were on his shoulders pushing him down and arranging him in a kneeling position behind Julia.  She guided the dildo into the Fleshlite. "Is it in yet?" asked Julia.

To his eternal shame, without any physical stimulation at all on his penis, the situation was very quickly too much for Nick.  With Katya guiding his trusting rhythm and Julia looking mockingly back at him over her shoulder, Nick rapidly lost control.

His orgasm was plainly evident to all the others.  He thought they would never stop laughing.  When they finally did they clicked away with the camera for what seemed like ever.  Nick lay crumpled up where his bucking body left him after his orgasm.  They leant in close and shot photo after photo of all the apparatus as it was unsheathed in layers from his wilted organ. Finally, there was his flaccid shrinking penis itself.  Julia wrote above it in lipstick on his belly"throwback". Snap!  The camera immortalised the moment of shame. 

At that point Nick's ego flat-lined.  He'd had his safe word… but somehow it had never seemed to form on his lips.  Why?  Because… The only answer, he told himself, must be that he really was a panty-boy, a bottom-feeder. 

How long he lay there, he couldn't say.  He finally came to his senses with the sound of a soft Russian voice in his ear.   "Are you okay?" asked Katya gently.  He nodded weakly.  "Are you sure?" she said. "We didn't go too far, did we?" Julia passed him a warm facecloth.  He wiped his face and then his genitals.  "I'm fine… I'm just a bit wrung out." "Good," said Kaya, once more in her usual playful tones.  "We wouldn't want to break you.  Not completely.  Otherwise we wouldn't be able to play with you again." 

Nick began to revive.  "You mean…"  "Sure," said Katya.  "You can stay in the club. Afterall it wasn't totally your fault that you lost control.  There was rather a lot of… stimulation!  Now do we have your permission to post the photos?"  Nick nodded.  Katya beamed.  "Great.  I'll have them up this time tomorrow.  You'll be a star."

"And I think we can probably help you a bit with the self-control," Julia said as she handed him agift-wrapped box with his name on it.  Inside was a CB-3000 chastity device.  The one he'd written about in the story he'd made up for Katya.  Before Nick had time to understand how completely his life was about to change, Julia had secured him inside it.  Katya positioned him for one final pose.  Her stiletto-clad foot triumphantly resting on top of his chastised penis. 

"This should make things much easier for you.  With this in place you won't have to worry about how to keep your hands off it," said Katya.  "Of course you'll have to sit when you pee.  In case ofemergencies we're giving Craig a spare key.  Contact him if anything erm… should suddenly arise!"

"Not much chance of anything arising," said Julia. And as a final gift she slipped her knickers off and handed them to Nick.  "No need to wash this pair.  They're just a little keepsake - to remind you of this evening.  In case you forget."

"Keep watching the website," said Katya cheerfully as she led him out.  "Well I'm sure you will!  We'll contact you if we need you again."  And with that she and Julia went back inside to join Craig for more "Uncomplicated Fun" of an undisclosed form.  Nick was left on the doorstep, alone with his whirling, bewildered thoughts.

Katya was true to her word and the photographs appeared the next evening.  The evening had left its marks on Nick's life in many lasting ways.  Craig's attitude to him at work of course changed somewhat.  When he could Nick avoided him, but it always seemed to be sod's law that Nick was leaving a toilet cubicle when Craig was coming in to the loo.  He'd wink at Nick and throw a knowing glance at his crotch. 

Nick did not cut the chastity device off as he thought he might after the first month.  Instead he waited with desperately growing desire, stoked by the ever-increasing collection of photographs on her website, for the time when Katya might one day invite him back to play again. 

He is waiting still.

The end
 

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