Chapter 2: The Progression
By late March, the luncheons had shifted. After the first unveiling, the luncheons transformed, Laura's home becoming a stage for Daniel's deepening submission. Laura hosted more often, Daniel's servitude a fixture - always nude, consistently caged unless released, serving drinks and snacks with weights dangling from his scrotum, his disgrace now routine. Daniel's mind churned, the weight of their gazes heavier than the chains on his balls. The women grew bolder, their handling of his genitals rougher, the molestations and inflicted humiliations deepened, their phones ever-present to record Daniel's shame, while Laura's control intensified.
One Friday in late March, Laura's living room pulsed with a crueler tension. Daniel knelt, wrists bound behind him with leather cuffs, weights still tugging his purpled balls, chains clinking. Laura loomed, paddle in hand. "He's been sloppy - spilled wine last week," she said. Sarah, Megan, and Claire lounged, filming. She struck his bare bottom pink, fifty blows echoing. "Harder!" Sarah cheered. The paddle's thwack echoed, mingling with the faint clink of Daniel's chains. A riding crop snapped his cheeks, then flicked his weighted balls, making them dance as he cried out. "Look at 'em, jiggle!" Megan jeered.
Laura clamped jagged nipple clamps to his chest, tugging the chain until he gasped, crimson peaks throbbing. She caned his rear, leaving welts, then nodded to Sarah, who slid a plug into his tight, pink anus, filming as it stretched. "Take it, bitch," she taunted. Claire captured his grimace. The women exchanged glances; their laughter tinged with awe at Laura's unrelenting control.
"Serve us," Laura said, hiking her skirt. Daniel crawled, his expert and experienced tongue lapping her salty core, nose mashed into her clit, breaths stifled as he sucked. She shifted, offering her sour anus. His tongue probed, nose buried in her crack, face smeared as Sarah filmed, "Ass-licking pro!" she taunted.
The other women had initially hesitated to partake of Daniel's tongue. Megan was the first to offer a solution. Daniel was blindfolded before being allowed under her skirt and was only allowed gentle lapping of her labia and clit. Megan had tried to maintain a dignified posture for the other women, but her orgasms were hard to hide. Sarah had been less shy, not requiring a blindfold, but still limiting his access to her genitals. She also didn't hide Daniel under her skirt and was quite voracious in her orgasmic throes. Claire took to the opportunity with gusto, stripping off her pants and panties and pulling Daniel's face into her crotch by his ears and hair. She seemed to delight in showing off her lack of inhibitions in front of the other women. Claire took full advantage of Daniel that first Friday. She used his face for two orgasms that looked like she was being electrocuted and then had him deep tongue her anus until Laura finally had to pull him away.
Whether it was the eroding of any remaining inhibitions about using Daniel, the fear of being thought of as a prude, or the realization of what they were missing, all the women were soon using Daniel without reserve. Strangely, inhibitions about physical use were shed first. All the women were quickly physically directing Daniel's tongue to their preference, soft licking to hard sucking. Becoming comfortable with verbally directing Daniel took a few weeks. The use of Daniel's tongue in their backsides while the others watch was the final barrier. Megan, especially, had difficulty with having her asshole tongued. She claimed that no one had ever touched her there except her gynecologist, and she hated that. It took another week of Daniel's insistent tongue in her ass before this final reservation was broken.
Having shed their inhibitions and looking forward to sharing in the punishment of their submissive toy, the women dove in with abandon. Daniel moved on his knees from woman to woman, his face buried in a crotch or between ass cheeks. His bottom held high as he licked, feeling the swats and other torments of unseen women. Sarah's sharp cunt was first, his nose crushed as he licked, then her pungent anus, tongue swirling. Megan's sweet musk flooded his mouth, nose squashed, then her acrid ass, face deep. Claire's floral sex and mild anus came last, nose pressed, all recorded. They ensured Daniel serviced them all, both front and back, while adding commentary about his status and performance, all recorded for later viewing.
The edge was taken off, and it was now time to escalate. "The real lesson," Laura declared, buckling on a ten-inch strap-on. A tripod-held camera whirred as she bent Daniel over, his asshole stretching wide around the dildo as she inserted the bulbous head. His hole was red, sloppy, and gaping with each thrust; lube was dripping, scrotum weights were swinging, and nipple clamps were rattling. "Look at that hole," Laura narrated, "taking it like a slut." Sarah, Megan, and Claire each took a turn pegging him. Each added flair as the cameras captured his pulsing, raw, stretched rim. Sarah timed her thrusts to her degrading words, punching in as she questioned Daniel's masculinity. Megan used her hips to pull the strap-on from side to side, further stretching Daniel's asshole and giggling at his painful verbalizations. Claire didn't move at all; she simply reached under and used Daniel's weighted scrotum to pull him back onto her, forcing him to anally fuck himself.
That portion of the punishment phase over, things returned to "normal." Laura plated snacks with the grace of a suburban hostess as if Daniel's nudity were just another book club quirk. "I'm the queen bitch around here," she said smugly. Sarah whispered to Megan, "She's too proud - someday we'll flip it." Megan nodded, eyes sharp. Claire watched, plotting. They headed home to prepare dinner, their husbands still oblivious in the city to the changed nature of their wives' luncheons.
Chapter 3: The Witnesses' Retribution
