On this morning, Janice was a bit slower than Doug to awaken. It was she who peeled her eyes open to find him staring at her. She purred and stroked his cheek.
"How you feeling," Doug asked?
"Mmmm...I'm fine," Janice cooed, "How are you?"
While Doug was trying to discern if she was hungover, he knew she was asking a much deeper question. "I'm good."
"Yeah," Janice asked through a dry throat?
"Yeah," Doug responded with a warm smile and quick nod.
He started toward her but Janice slipped out from under him and stood from the bed. Doug rolled onto his back and groaned. "Are we ever going to have sex again?"
Janice chuckled and crawled atop him. She planted her palms beside his shoulders and ground her bare pussy against the sheet covering his already hard cock. She stared lustily into his eyes and then kissed him deep. She pulled back ever so slightly so that her lips brushed his, "Oh yes baby. We're going to have sex again. And when we do...Mmmmmm..." She bit his lip and slid off the bed.
Once again, just like the day before, Doug watched Janice stroll away to the bathroom and soon heard the sounds of her shower running. And just like before, when she eventually emerged and began to dress, she chose no underwear for herself. She stuffed herself into an all-too form-fitting pair of yoga pants and a loose t-shirt, sans bra as well. She pulled her hair back into a quick ponytail. Doug loved that look on her. She reached into their suitcase and fished out a pair of small red plaid panties with black lace about the legs and waist and a tiny little white bow at the front. She tossed them to Doug, "We wouldn't want to disappoint Melissa now would we?" Janice grinned with a wink and then Doug heard the door close.
Doug pulled the panties off his stomach and stared up at the ceiling. For all that had happened to him, as humiliated and embarrassed and physically hurt and emotionally challenged as he'd been he had to admit he felt good. His head tilted and he gazed out the big windows onto the beautiful grounds being bathed in early morning light. How could he be mad? When he was honest with himself he'd loved it and he revealed in the way he felt. A strange sense of insecurity but freedom filled him and he could not begin to deny that he adored the way Janice had taken control of him. He could not begin to deny that he was insanely excited by her new-found liberation.
As he showered, Doug realized his genitals were getting a touch stubbly. So he sat down and gave himself another shave. He genuinely enjoyed the activity. He felt somehow connected to himself in a way he couldn't describe.
Doug sipped coffee in his new panties as he awaited Bradley's arrival. He was a bit later today but eventually the knock came and they strolled down the hallway. They arrived at the same door as yesterday and Doug felt a bit of reassurance at the familiarity. But it was short lived. As Bradley swung open the door and Doug stepped inside he immediately noticed all the other men. They stood in a line, naked. The women were there too, but now he would be in the company of their mates as well.
"Best of luck Doug," Bradley encouraged behind him.
Doug's mouth was dry and he turned to Bradley only to find the door closing.
"Yay! Panty Boy is here," Melissa yelled out!
Doug's eyes were on the naked men. Harold, the old man from the hallway and Harriet's husband was there as was the hulk of a man Keisha called Baby Hugo. Then there was a man Doug put in his forties. Except for his beer belly, he was a thin man with a small dick, a crewcut and a goatee. He guessed him to be Carrie's husband. The young one, wisp thin, with his naturally red hair, pale skin and remarkably large penis must have been with Melissa. Lastly was a decidedly well-groomed gentleman with more gray than black in his tight-cropped beard. He too had an impressive penis. He had the look of a businessman perhaps. He must have belonged to Debra. Doug noted there was no man for Theresa.
"Show me! Show me!" Melissa demanded. "Come here and let me see!"
Obviously, Janice had informed Melissa of Doug's new garment. He caught his wife's eyes and she smiled back at him, he took some slight comfort in that. Doug took another look at the nude men. Then he took a deep breath, removed his robe and started across the room. Melissa squealed in excitement. "Oh Janice, those are darling!" Melissa exclaimed with a clap of her hands.
As Doug passed Harriet, she reached out and patted his ass. Doug came before Melissa and she rubbed her hands all over his crotch. He couldn't help but acknowledge that it felt good. Her head swiveled around and looked over the back of the couch at her well-hung fiancé, "Mmmm...I do love playing a strong panty boy," she teased the man as he watched her caressing another man's panty-clad cock.
She giggled as Doug's balls began to slip out of the side of the panties. Her fingers played with him and Doug knew he was leaking. Again. Melissa leaned in close and drew a deep breath. "Yep. Cum!" She declared. "Does boy just get too excited in his panties?" Melissa's teased. She tickled his balls and again smelled him. Try as he might, Doug felt his cock begin to swell. "Oh my, he's getting hard in his panties." Melissa cocked her head and sank her teeth into his thigh. Doug groaned in pleasure and pain. She spun him around, "Bend over panty boy," she ordered. Doug dutifully turned about and put his hands on his knees and felt Melissa's finger rub up and down between his cheeks. "Boy pussy..." She murmured. She pushed the fabric into Doug's ass and cupped his balls.
She continued to massage his asshole. She slid her other hand from his balls up onto his now hard cock. "Ooooo...Panty Boy is hard," Melissa exclaimed. Doug's cock popped past the lacey band at the top of the panties and his eyes fluttered. "He likes his boy pussy to be touched. Don't you Panty Boy?"
Her fingers, young and supple, felt so good on his dick as she softly stroked it. The tip of her finger pressed hard against his nether hole, rubbing, pushing. But despite the pleasure, despite the fact that it was visibly obvious to everyone in the room that he was excited, Doug didn't want to answer her. He didn't want to admit it in front of the other men, perhaps didn't want to admit it to himself.
"Don't you Panty Boy," Melissa persisted? "You like me to touch your boy pussy. Say it."
"I..." Doug choked off his response.
Melissa buried her sharp finger nail into the underside of his swollen cockhead, just where the puffy glands merged together. That incredibly sensitive spot that all men loved to have rubbed was now being used against him in a most tortuous way. She began to wiggle her finger and Doug whimpered. His cock was pinned against his belly as Melissa pushed harder. "Say it Panty Boy."
"Y...Yes. Yes I like it." Doug finally admitted through gritted teeth.
