'Earth to Lincoln,' said Kat drily. 'Look what you kicked out of bed. You silly, silly boy. I see you regret it now.'
Almost casually, Kat brushed the back of her hand against the crotch of Lincoln's only pair of non-gym smart trousers. It was misshapen and hard, the placket stretched to busting point.
Kitty straightened up and sauntered over. 'My, I'm hot after all that stretching,' she remarked, fanning herself. 'I need to catch a breath.' She lowered the shoulder straps of her leotard, setting her imprisoned bounty free. 'Ah, yes, much better. Would you like to touch them, Lincoln?'
'I . . .' Lincoln's Adam's apple jerked in his big neck as he turned to Kat, bewildered but horny. 'Kat, I thought that we ...'
'This is what you wanted, isn't it, Lincoln? The pair of us. The double act. Go for it, babe. Enjoy.'
'OK, if you're sure . . .' He put out a meaty hand towards Kitty's famous tits, but she stepped back, tutting and wagging a finger.
'You have to earn it first,' she said. 'Kat will tell you how.'
'What the fuck is this shit?' asked Lincoln, starting to feel uneasy.
'Just a bit of fun, Link!' Kat assured him. 'What I want you to do is this. Strip naked, then go and get comfortable on the weight bench. We want to put you through your paces. See if you're man enough to take us both on.'
Lincoln could not resist a physical challenge. He chuckled and began shedding clothes. 'OK, ladies. I'll play it your way.'
'Damn right you will,' said Kat, smiling pleasantly.
When Lincoln was down to his boxers, Kat made him stand still for a moment, so that she and Kitty could drink in the glory of his body prior to the big reveal. It was impressive, even Kat had to admit. The biceps, the triceps, the abs, the chest tapering down to the narrower hips, the solid thighs, the powerful shoulders, the glutes, the pecs, the sex. But that was all it was. A body. A functional thing made beautiful, but only on the outside. Kat regarded it as she would a work of art. It was an object, but Lincoln had confused it with his self. He needed to be disabused of his delusion – you could call it an act of charity.
'OK, sock it to us,' requested Kat, and Lincoln slowly, oh so slowly, steered the elastic waistband of his boxers over the gigantic mound that blocked their easy slippage. 'Oh, that's nice. I bet it feels nice. Does it feel nice, Kitty?'
Kitty shrugged. 'It does the job,' she said.
'Hey, c'mon, Kitty, it does a bit more than that!' exclaimed Lincoln, stepping out of the star-spangled pants.
'We'll be the judge of that, shall we?' said Kat, still with her disorientatingly friendly smile. 'Now get on that bench, babe, and lift some weights.'
Lincoln lay back on the narrow padded bench and gripped the bar of the dumbell that lay over his head.
'Girls, this is too easy,' he professed, lifting the weights as if they were marshmallows.
'Let's give you a bit of a handicap, then, shall we? What do you think, Kitty? Any ideas?'
'Oh, I have an idea,' she said. 'But why don't you go first?'
'OK.' Kat stepped up beside Lincoln and waited until his arms were straining vertically to hold up the weights before reaching out and encompassing his fat cock with her fist.
'Hey!' he cried, his voice an octave higher than usual. 'Mind the family jewels, girl!'
'Relax, Lincoln. I'll be gentle.' Kat was as good as her word, running her fingers around Lincoln's semi-erect prick with curiosity and wonder. 'It feels good,' she remarked, moving up to its circumcised head and exploring it with her thumb. 'It's so well proportioned. Not vast but you'd definitely feel it up there. Could you feel it up there, Kitty?'
'Oh yes. That full feeling. I love that.'
'It's completely hard now. Good boy, Link. I wonder if you can train cocks?' Kat began stroking her hand up and down the rod, such yielding skin outside such inflexible muscle. 'You know, make them obey instructions. I mean, if I said ''Down, boy'' now, nothing would happen. Poor Linky Link here is too excited now. But I wonder if you can condition a cock to rise and fall at your will. I kind of like that idea. I think it would be tricky, but you could do it. What do you think, Lincoln?'
'Guhhh, don't stop, baby,' entreated Lincoln, his gargantuan arms now floppy and relaxed, his fingers clinging tightly to the dumbell.
'You've stopped li
fting,' accused Kat sharply. 'Lift that weight and keep it in the air until I tell you.'
Lincoln wanted to protest, but there seemed to be a loose connection between his head and his mouth. He pushed with all his strength, although his arms seemed pumped full of a weakening liquid now and all he could feel was his eager cock reacting to Kat's clenched hand. Most girls did that too gently, but not Kat. She gripped it for dear life, milking it, just the way he liked it.
'Yes,' whispered Kat, 'I'd love to train you. You'd be such an eager little puppy. You'd sit up and beg. You'd roll over for a little taste of this.'