Free At Her Command by Dana Drake

His
words shocked and frightened him. He’d blurted them out and he
expected her to spring from the couch and beat him with his own
belt any moment. But she sat there, calmly sipping wine as Inga
caressed her calf under the leather pants.
    “The ultimate sign of my power over you, will
be to change your sexual orientation and make you crave cock. I
thought about feminizing you, after seeing those beautiful
transwomen at Dark Quest. But you’re too masculine. You could never
pass. This is better. She unlocked the Steelheart and removed the
stainless steel cylinder, exposing his penis. She carefully removed
the anti-pullout rod and then pressed one testicle at a time
through the retainer ring. Go into the powder room and wash off.
Leave the door open. I don’t want you pleasuring yourself.
    Nathan soaped and washed his stiff cock and
smooth scrotum with real purpose. He dried off and walked slowly
into the living room, his Prince Albert captive bead ring tight
against his hard flesh. “Your mistress has asked me to direct you,
Macero. Bring a chair from the dining room and place it facing the
couch.” Nathan entered the dining room, his stiff cock bouncing
with each step and brought back the chair. “Sit down, Macero.”
Nathan hesitated, looked at Bridget, and sat uneasily in the
chair.
    “Humilus, suck Macero’s cock,” Inga said. The
slim, handsome man crawled to the chair on all fours, and stopped
in front of Nathan. He was even more handsome up close, with clear
skin, soft brown eyes and full lips, sort of masculine pretty. He
grasped Nathan’s hard cock with his fingertips and looked up. His
soft brown eyes were devoid of fear, anger, or malice. Nathan
didn’t know what emotion they contained. Humilus licked his lips
and put his mouth over the head of Nathan’s rock-hard cock. He
looked up; they locked eyes.
    Nathan barely contained himself as Inga’s
handsome slave ran his full lips and soft tongue up and down his
hard cock. The tactile depravation from six months in chastity gave
him a hair trigger. He grabbed the arms of the chair and squeezed
until he thought they would shatter into splinters. “Oh...
mistress, I don’t know if I can...”
    “Stop!” Inga said just under a shout. “On
your knees, Macero. Sit down Humilus, Macero is going to suck your
cock.” Nathan turned to Bridget, expecting her to call the charade
off and rescue him. She stared, eyes wide, cheeks pink from the
wine. “Suck his cock,” Inga repeated. Nathan stared at the man’s
hard cock, stiff and pointing toward the ceiling. He moved closer.
He’d never gotten close to an uncircumcised penis. The man’s cock
was large, perhaps seven inches. The head, freed from the foreskin
was fat and dusky colored. Nathan leaned forward; the man’s musky
scent filled his nostrils.”
    “Take him in your mouth.” Bridget’s voice was
unmistakable, but had a coarseness he’d never heard. “Suck his
cock.” Nathan closed his eyes and leaned forward, pressing his lips
against the other man’s flesh. The fat, mushroom-shaped head felt
spongy against Nathan’s tongue, in contrast to the hard shaft, as
hard as the chair leg. The taste and smell of another man’s cock
flooded his brain.
    “ I’m a cocksucker now ,” Nathan
silently told himself as he began raising and lowering his head.
“ She’s made me a cocksucker .” Inga’s slave moaned and
touched his own nipples as Nathan’s head bobbed up and down. The
other man’s precum tasted rich and salty.
    “That’s it slave, do it like a good
cocksucker. Go ahead and jerk yourself off while you’re at it.”
Nathan felt the other man’s leg shaking. He began to pull on his
own, stiff cock as the other man’s breathing quickened.
    “Mistress, may I come, please?” Inga’s slave
begged. Nathan’s mouth filled with warm, thick semen before she
could answer. He struggled not to choke.
    “Yes! Swallow every drop, slave.” The taste
and smell of semen filled Nathan’s mouth