“He’s a big boy! And so nicely cut,” bringing me to beam with pride.
“Yes, I circumcised him quite carefully, assuring a nice high and tight cut. Lots of foreskin trimmed.”
We speak as if Jack is an object, ignoring his occasional groans of faint pleasure.
“He’s quite fecund,” a knowledgeable Theresa commenting on the cloudiness of the thick discharge.
“No orgasm, ruined or otherwise, for two weeks. I took mercy on him. Plus it’s best not to go too long without rebalancing the hormone levels.”
Theresa steps forth, Jack blushing with the i
ntensity of his degradation. Her index finger goes to the base of his wet erection and slowly draws upwards to the tip; I’m sure bringing a brisance of delight to an otherwise slow and mind boggling subtle extraction of essence. She then lifts her finger, coated in man juice, and assesses.
“Lots of spermatozoa. Good of you to relieve him.”
With that Theresa shifts towards Jack’s face, high neck collar denying him much motion. She wipes her finger clean on his upper lip and laughs.
“See you Tuesday, Jack,” finally acknowledging his presence.
Jack again bucks his hips, seeming to offer his stiffness to Theresa’s hand. She laughs.
“Have to get back to the desk. Nice to see him unlocked. You’re quite kind to him.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Later that afternoon, I note Jack is finally drained. I release him.
“I thought you would masturbate me,” pouting like a child, any joy sensed quite faint.
“No, Jack, masturbation is for a woman’s pleasure not for yours. I will decide when and before whom you are to be climactically relieved of your sperm.”
The week progresses, Jack’s calendar filled with the more mundane but psychologically important toilet cleansings. In walking the city streets in colorful dress and sandals, the high leather neck collar brings even more attention... unwanted attention. Therefore there is little dawdling, Jack moving rapidly from appointment to appointment.
Saturday comes... the prospective limousine ride with Lips Louie.
The randy cocksucker follows up. And once again the pretentious white limousine awaits before our building.
For this afternoon jaunt, I must have Jack prepared to receive the attention of Louie’s hyperactive lips, but certainly not his own hands.
I thus once again put to use the masturbation harness, just the waist belt and attached wrist cuffs which will immobilize his hands. I then release him from his cock cage and Prince’s Wand. Lastly comes his covering. Jack will wear his white toga, the loose bottom portion easily offering access to that which Lips Louie covets. And I will lead him to the building lobby with matching white leash.
By phone we agree that Louie will take a spin through Central Park, the passenger compartment well partitioned from the driver for privacy, then phone me when the long afternoon of fellatio has ended.
I am curious concerning his comment about the vulnerability of Mrs. Lipton... her so termed precarious position.
Jack is apprehensive, of course... an afternoon with a man... if such gender can be ascribed to the image of a naked Louie in pink ribbon, bow and make up.
“I don’t want to do this, Miss Kelly,” poor Jack expressing reservation as I lead him to the elevator.
“Shush. It’s for the best, Jack. Lips Louie may be a source of valuable information.”
And so it’s to the lobby and out to the sidewalk. Through the open door of the limousine I hand Jack’s leash to the eminent... formerly eminent... Louis J. Welkeyser III... no longer esquire.
I am concerned about Jack, but take no pity. After all he will finally ejaculate... no ruined orgasm... no jeering women... humiliation yes, but since it’s a completely foreign ilk such should thrill.
I return to my apartment, updating the Craig’s Listing, offering Jack’s chiseled form for CFNM parties.
Chapter Forty