About Eve,

by Chris Bellows

  She had anticipated my only concern.

  Still I was not ready. At 25 years of age, running a business as involved as the Spa seemed daunting. We talked more. I tried to decline. Mrs. Bennington would not accept my ‘no’ as final.

  “Please keep the offer in mind, Eve. There is no rush. Current management is adequate, but I prefer someone with your skills.”

  She parted. Left on the counter was a business card with a world wide pager number. It was an enticing offer. And as I stared at the card, I realized my supervision of Bobbi was becoming transient. After all, he was near his 21st birthday and certain monies put aside for him at my parents’ death would soon be available to him. I could only guess as to what use he would put such.

  I went home but carefully tucked away the card.

  Jahn is certainly a night’s worth of entertainment. He looks at me like a recently neutered dog with a forlorn look and a desire to frottage his penis against my leg.

  I cannot help wondering how long it has been since Jahn achieved the forbidden erection.

  Well Jahn, I think, tonight’s your night. Of course I’m not sure what you’re going to do with it.

  Continuing to hold his tiny penis, I lead him to my bed, place him on his back and straddle his head. I face his feet and can easily lean over to play with his privates. As expected from the well-trained subordinate, his lips and tongue immediately go to work. His efforts are energetic but unpolished. However, just having this curiously altered male under my control starts my juices.

  I gently caress his penis tip while patiently sitting. On occasion I lower my hips and cut off his air supply to demonstrate my power. In doing so he stops licking, the sign of an oral dilettante. Yes, he definitely needs training, I conclude. And while the first wave of pleasure builds and I await some sign of life in his remaining maleness, my thoughts return to Mrs. Bennington and Bobbi.

  Two or three days after Mrs. Bennington left, a very late phone call woke me at home. It was Lucretia calling from the apartment below.

  “I have Bobbi, Eve. I think it’s best that he spend the night here. He’s been bad and I have him in the study.”

  The ‘study’ was the code word for punishment. I looked at the clock and turned over. It was just after 1:00 a.m. and the next day was Saturday. In knowing Bobbi was being properly chastised, I slept soundly.

  Just before mid morning, I made my own coffee for the first time since Bobbi had begun living with me. I slipped into a bathrobe and shuffled down the stairs to Lucretia’s apartment. I knocked and found the door unlatched, apparently I was expected. Stepping in, I encountered Lucretia on the living room couch. She had been sleeping and apparently awoke with my knock.

  “Good morning, Eve. Bobbi spent the night in the ‘A’ frame. I’ve been adding weights and inflating his plug every hour or so.”

  A moan emanated from the study. Bobbi had spent a rather restless night. And I didn’t need to look to know that weighted clamps hung from every sensitive area of his body.

  Eve explained.

  “We were at a dance club last night. I caught him exchanging phone numbers with a young male! It was not clear whether the male fully understood Bobbi’s circumstances and, if not, whether Bobbi intended to inform him.”

  It quickly occurred to me that in working late evenings at the Sperm Bank, there were many times when Bobbi was left alone. Leaving Lucretia’s charge under the guise of preparing my dinner, with my expanding duties I was delayed more often than not. Thus Bobbi was provided with numerous unsupervised periods of time.

  It was a shocking revelation, Bobbi cavorting with males. But deep down it was a fear about which I had ruminated.

  “Cane him well, Lucretia, then send him upstairs. I have a phone call to make.”

  She needed no further encouragement.

  Jahn’s tongue has slipped between my labia. The huge knob of gold is delightfully smooth and firm against my lips. He begins to thrust rapidly, his tongue emulating a small penis. I smile. It is cute, feeling the castrated males offered substitute for the organ he can no longer use. His energy is to be commended.

  Meanwhile my fingers massage his limp, bejeweled phallus. As I have already determined there is life remaining. The question is how much...I coo words of encouragement.

  “Show off your little manhood, Jahn. Let me see it stand.”

  We both know that, if achievable, the beleaguered strip of flesh, no larger than my pinky finger, will be comically small. Thus, he is reluctant, and seems to resist my caresses.

  Meanwhile I clench my thighs and toss off my first orgasm. I am impressed with Jahn’s dutiful efforts to take in all my juices. He continues licking. He has had early training and knows to stop only upon command.

  I let the glow subside than arise from the bed. In a nearby dresser drawer I find an inflatable plug. Lubrication is also located.

  “Knees to chest, Jahn.”

  Jahn’s buttock rings shine in the lights and the plug easily slides into his rectum. Someone has indeed been utilizing his backside for it takes several squeezes of the bulb before resistance is felt and Jahn vocalizes discomfort.

  I resume sitting over Jahn’s face. With the squeeze bulb in my left hand, the fingers of my right continue manipulating what sensitive areas I can locate. Jahn’s tongue obsequiously reenters my love pouch.

  Bobbi’s final days in New England come back to mind.

  Yes. With Lucretia’s description of Bobbi’s abhorrent conduct, I was concerned. I returned to my apartment to locate Mrs. Bennington’s card. After dialing the pager number and leaving a voice message, the phone rang within an hour.

  “Good morning, Eve. If you hear noise in the background it is because I’m calling from my jet. I obviously received your message. So sorry to here about Bobbi’s transgression.”

  Mrs. Bennington’s casual tone did not seem to match her words of concern. But then, she was eager to acquire my skills, therefore I could understand why she found Bobbi’s behavior to be serendipitous.

  I asked for more information about her Greek island resort.

  “I think, Bobbi will fit in very nicely. The patrons are very wealthy, upstanding gentlemen with proclivities for the tight, shapely backsides of young males. They pay for their pleasure and tip generously, Eve. But discretion is paramount. My guests are famous and their identities are not to be revealed. Bobbi will not be permitted to leave once he’s placed in service there. His servitude will be permanent, but I can also guarantee that so will his belted status. He will also be required to undergo training in fellatio, Eve. We require some degree of versatility in pleasing our guests.”

  As upset as I was with Bobbi, the twinge between my thighs provided my answer. And when Mrs. Bennington went on to more fully describe the Spa, I could feel the moisture gather and begin to flow down my thigh.

  She finished and awaited my comments.

  “Bobbi will attain his twenty-first birthday in three weeks, Mrs. Bennington. At that time he will no longer be my ward...and more importantly he will have access to sizable funds...”

  I paused and there was no reply. Finally Mrs. Bennington’s voice returned.

  “I just ordered the pilot to turn the plane back, Eve. We’ll land within two hours at a nearby airport. Bobbi will soon find his little buttocks exposed to the soothing warmth of the Greek sun. “You wouldn’t mind if I had him permanently depilated, would you?”

  My thoughts end when Jahn’s little phallus rises in salute to my endeavors with the inflatable plug and the awkward strokes of my fingers between the jewels beset in his tiny shaft.

  I laugh and strangely, Jahn begins to lick with renewed vigor, in a way attempting to deflect my attention from his humiliation.

  The display is fascinating. The numerous emerald studs stand straight up but only a paltry three inches. The green and red from the rubies beneath reflect from the gold encrusted scrotal pouch. The sight of the barely potent but magnificently jeweled male organ brings anothe
r wave of pleasure and I again clench my thighs.

  Having achieved my goal of making Jahn tumefy, I arise, turn around and lower myself again. I want that knobbed tongue on my clitoris and position myself accordingly. With timely squeezes on the butt plug, I can keep Jahn erect while his tongue begins yet another journey. It has been nicely lengthened through stretching. I believe he can reach my ‘G’ spot with the proper training and encouragement...

  Epilogue

  The next morning I place Jahn on the bidet, supervise the emptying of his bladder than replace the diamond studded urethral insert. His cries of pain are fruitless and I soon have his penis well stuffed. I lock a long thin chain onto one of his penis rings to secure him in my apartment. Having well watered him, I leave for the office.

  Later, in performing my morning inspection, the Princess emerges from her room. She looks radiant and well relaxed. Lotus has obviously demonstrated both her accomplished skills and her oral stamina and the Princess is complimentary. I nod but note food crumbs on the hallway rug, thus my attention is diverted.

  My duty roster reveals that it is Paul who has transgressed. After a call to the dormitory, I hang up the phone comforted with the knowledge that our twelve inch specimen will soon find his testicles dangling from a cloth strap hung in the lobby.

  Later in the day, I meet the Princess again. She earnestly wishes to discuss Lotus and I suggest a suitable location to be the lobby.

  There, Paul carefully balances himself with his stomach arched toward the ceiling and his fingertips and toes precariously propped up on small wooden blocks on the carpet. Mona looks on dispassionately as a soft cloth firmly wrapped about Jason’s scrotum serves to hold his torso well off the floor.

  The Princess is mesmerized by the slow torment of the male and the huge erection, which evidences his submissive psyche. Some two dozen feminine eyes are glued on Paul’s struggles to remain perched and thus minimize the tension on the strap. She enjoys the scene and speaks without turning her head.

  “I would like to propose a permanent trade, Eve. I cannot envision Jahn ever acquiring the skill that Lotus has...but he does come with rather valuable jewelry...”

  The precious stones are indeed worth thousands. I nod in agreement and in turn picture a sparkling Jahn walking at the end of a penis leash with well-coifed hair like Bobbi’s and perhaps permanently tattooed lipstick and eye shadow. I have also been told it is easy for the castrated male to grow breasts. Also, in thinking back, I always found Lucretia’s enjoyment of and Bobbi’s receptivity to the strap on to be intriguing yet had never tried one...

  The familiar wetness forms between my thighs. My imagination gallops.

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