Rufus

CHAPTER 2.

Marina led him through a spacious foyer and into a sitting room with plush couches and armchairs arranged around a fireplace. The walls were adorned with elegant paintings and there was an air of sophistication in the room.

"This is where we usually entertain guests or have family gatherings," Marina explained as she gestured around the room. "But today, it will serve as your introduction to my daughters."

"Girls! Girls! She yelled." Come into the living room and see what I have brought home!"

Rufus felt his heart race as he realized he was about to meet Marina's three daughters whom she had mentioned earlier. He nervously straightened his posture and ran his right hand through his hair, trying to make himself look presentable even though he was stark naked and still erect.

The first girl to arrive, tall and slim with dark hair, stopped in her tracks at the base of the stairs as soon as she saw Rufus. She shot her right hand to cover her mouth and shrieked in surprise and joy. "Oh my god mum! You actually went ahead and did it!"

She bounced up and down in excitement as she ran to her mother giving her a tight embrace, "You're a total rock star mum!"

The other 2 girls came in together from the back door and also stopped in their tracks in shock and surprise, both covered their mouths and shrieked through their hands.

"Oh, my freakin god! This is eff'n brilliant!" Cried the fair-haired one. The younger girl just looked at Rufus with her eyes wide open, clearly hyperventilating, but not looking unhappy about the situation.

They all walked over to meet him.

In his humiliated state, Rufus greeted each girl politely, feeling overwhelmed by their beauty and appeal. He compared his obscene nudity and comically inappropriate erection with the implied power their expensive clothes afforded them.

Betty, the first daughter to see Rufus, was the eldest at 23 years old with dark hair and piercing blue eyes that openly and lustily scanned Rufus's body. She was tall and lithe, with a model-like figure that was accentuated by her form-fitting dress. A physiotherapy student at the local college, her movements were graceful and deliberate, giving her an air of confidence and poise. She looked him up and down, taking in his naked body. Her eye stopped at his erection before continuing to his feet, and then back up. She made no effort to conceal her interest in his hitherto private parts.

Cassandra was the middle child at 21 years old. She was a receptionist at the same college. Her wavy blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves, framing her delicate features. Her eyes were a deep brown that sparkled with curiosity as she looked at Rufus. She made no secret about fixing her gaze on his erection, embarrassing him with a suppressed lusty smile.

She was shorter than Betty but had a fuller figure that gave her a more voluptuous appearance.

The youngest of the three was Mary at only 18 years old, having only recently graduated from high school. A first-year arts student, majoring in History, she was the most petite of the 3 girls, the same height as Cassandra, but lighter and more delicate. She had long, wavy light brown hair, pinned behind her ears directing her hair below to fall forward and rest over her collarbone. Her large soft green eyes and freckles gave her an innocent and youthful look. Mary's petite frame made her seem fragile, but there was an awkward shyness that bespoke a torrent of thoughts just under her quiet veneer.

She also fixed her gaze on his erection, for a longer time than her sisters, but lacked the shameless confidence they had. She looked like a puppy who had been caught doing something wrong, and nervously cast her eyes away.

She did appear more uncomfortable than her two sisters, avoiding eye contact with Rufus, her conversation stilted and forced.

Rufus thought to himself, "Perhaps at her young age she cannot handle such an obscene, bizarre and confronting situation?"

The older two girls took turns talking to Rufus, asking him questions about his life before coming to live with the Martins. He thought to himself, "I can't believe this... here I am, stark naked being introduced to 4 beautiful women...I really can't believe this is happening to me! They seem genuinely interested in getting to know me beyond just being another servant in their household." He felt like he had been cast into somebody's dream, standing naked, still sporting an erection, and making polite talk to these beautiful women. At times, he could feel his erection swing from one side to the other as he shifted posture, and hoped no one had noticed.

As they talked, Rufus couldn't help but feel drawn to each of them in turn. He admired Betty's confidence and sophistication, Cassandra's warmth and friendliness, and Mary's innocent shyness.

After spending some time getting to know each other, Marina announced it was time for dinner. They all made their way to the dining room where an elaborate spread of food awaited them.

Marina spoke to Rufus before sitting herself down, "Rufus, tonight only, you sit with us and join in, but hereafter you will not be allowed to sit at the table unless specifically invited. In future, you will be standing around the table to serve us, by fetching, and removing foodstuffs, plates, cups etc, and offering your body as we talk amongst ourselves. And while I'm at it, you are never allowed to touch a female unless commanded to do so. Even if you are being caressed over every part of your body by one of my daughters, you may feel the urge to reciprocate.... Don't. This rule will be strictly enforced... however, you are never to refuse being touched, fondled, poked, prodded, probed or slapped. I'm sure I can think of some more." The girls laughed at that last line, and Marina grinned in response.

"Tonight, this meal is the one exception, and you may sit with us. Enjoy it now, as it will be a long time before you will be invited to join us."

Rufus was still standing, about to grab a chair and sit in it, but he paused, not knowing what to do.

Betty chimed in, "It's ok boy....sit."

Rufus was shocked to hear himself be called 'boy" by a woman 8 years younger than himself, but he controlled his response and acted as if he didn't hear it. He reminded himself, "ok, who's naked, vulnerable and exposed here? Who has the power?", so he gracefully took the chair and sat as commanded.

He was taken aback by Mary's nervous and shy disposition. It was a stark contrast from her sisters' casual and flirtatious conversation. He couldn't help but wonder what had made her so reserved. The 2 elder sisters were so open and engaging that they made it hard for him to remain silent before being asked to talk, as he had been directed.

As they sat down to dinner, Rufus found himself between Betty and Cassandra, with Mary and Marina across the table from him. He noticed that Mary still seemed slightly uncomfortable, avoiding eye contact and fidgeting with her utensils.

Marina began to ask Rufus about his background and family, and he shared some details with the whole table. Betty asked about his past study and work, while Cassandra inquired about his interests outside of his, now-defunct career. Mary remained quiet throughout most of the conversation, only speaking up when directly addressed by her mother or sisters.

But as dinner progressed and the wine flowed freely, Mary seemed to loosen up a bit. She started to engage more in the conversation, asking Rufus questions about his past life and sharing some stories of her own.

After dinner, Marina suggested they all go for a walk in the gardens before dessert. Rufus was hesitant at first -- he wasn't used to such luxury and felt out of place among these wealthy women.

He felt a moment of panic as he realised he was about to walk outside naked, then remembered he had already done that today and partially relaxed. While he was at the table, he was shielded by the surface. Now he was to lose that and be fully exposed and vulnerable. He felt another wave of panic flush over him, but reminded himself that he had no choice and this helped him calm down.

As they strolled through the gardens under the moonlight, Rufus found himself walking beside Mary, his erection now gone. The fabric of her dress occasionally caressed his naked skin, reminding him of the power disparity between the two. She seemed more relaxed now, even smiling and laughing.

They walked around for a while longer until they reached a small gazebo in the garden, and sat on different benches. Rufus sat next to Marina who stroked his inner thigh as she conversed. She cupped his balls without missing a beat in her conversation.

Rufus couldn't believe what was happening. He had never been treated in such a manner before, especially not by a woman. But he also couldn't deny the arousal he felt at Marina's touch.

They stayed in the gazebo, the 4 women casually chatting and looking upon the dark water of the lake, the entire time, Marina casually toying with his cock and balls.

Rufus remained silent until he was asked a question, or was invited to comment.

While Marina was talking to her daughters about unrelated things, such as common friends, work or college, she gently gripped his erect shaft and started to slide her hand up and down.

When Rufus let out a short gasp, she stopped her movements, "See what I am doing here girls. When the 'boy' is giving signs that he is approaching the precipice, it is a good trick to stop, and let his frustration grow." She restarted her movements a couple of minutes later, but this time, when Rufus was becoming aroused, she sped up and continued until she nodded her head to Rufus, and he stiffened his body and tremored, releasing burst after burst of ejaculate onto the Gazebo floor. All 3 girls shrieked in delight. "Wow Mum!" cried Cassandra clapping her hands in joy. Even Mary was bouncing up and down on her seat with exultation.

Rufus felt a combination of shame and joy. Never had he been so demeaned in his life, nor never had he felt so aroused and satisfied at the same time.

When they left to return to the house, he walked beside the slim and athletic Betty chatting to him casually. On a couple of occasions, she caressed his naked buttocks while she walked beside him as if it were the most natural thing to do in the world. While he was walking naked alongside her, he was trying to ignore the strange mix of emotions inside him.

Cassandra later led Rufus to his room -- a small chamber in the basement with only a single bed for him to sleep on and a shelf on the opposite wall next to an empty wardrobe. She passed on a list of chores that he would have to do every day without fail.

The following morning, as Rufus went about his daily chores, he couldn't help but notice the curious glances and lingering touches from the four women of the house. He tried his best to brush it off, reminding himself that they were just trying to make him feel welcome.

But as the day progressed, their actions became more obvious and intentional. Betty would playfully slap his backside as he passed by her, Cassandra would lean in close as she talked to him and cup his balls, and Mary having conquered her shyness seemed to find any excuse to touch him, at first just on the thighs, chest or abdomen, but by the afternoon, she was casually grasping his cock and gently, almost aimlessly stroking him as she talked or chatted to her sisters.

It wasn't until he was helping Marina with some household tasks that things took a more uncomfortable turn. She had asked him to reach for a jar on the top shelf, but instead of handing it to her like a gentleman, she insisted on climbing onto his back.

Rufus could feel her body pressed against his as she reached for the jar, making no effort to hide her ample bosom against his back. He stood frozen in shock until she finally stepped down with a satisfied smile.

"Thank you, Rufus," she purred before leaning down and cupping his balls and cock then walking away.

At 18 years of age, Mary spent a lot of time talking to her friends on the phone. She was speaking to her best friend, Dianne. " Yes it's true Diane we've got him here now, and he'll do our bidding... Aha...... Yes it's true I'm not making this up. Hang on I'll show you".

She placed her left hand over the phone receiver and yelled, " Rufus! Get here. I've got someone I want to introduce you to."

The sound of feet pattering across the kitchen floor could be heard before they went quiet as they walked on the carpet. "Hang on Diane. He's here now." She looked up at Rufus and said, "Come and stand here next to me."

Rufus obeyed and moved right next to Mary.

He shifted his weight from foot to foot, rubbing his hands nervously against his bare hips. He could feel the soft carpet beneath his feet, while a soft breeze from the kitchen caused goosebumps on his exposed skin.

The phone remained fixed against Mary's ear as she held it to her head, her fingers occasionally twirling a strand of hair in anticipation.

He could see her freckles and hair pinned behind her ears and was struck by how young she appeared, almost like a pixie.

"Yes, Diane he's here right now. I know you can't see him, but hang on I'll just make him erect before he says hello." She giggled as she reached over to Rufus.

"I don't know", she laughed. "It just seems like a good idea....yes.... that....yes, well how often do you get a stark naked slave delivered to your door? It seems right he should be erect when being introduced."

Rufus could hear a garbled voice on the phone, and Mary burst into a short laugh in response.

She traced her hand over his lower abdomen touching it so softly, then dropped her hand to his balls to gently rock them to and fro. His member took no time to become so erect it could be seen pulsing with his heartbeat. "Okay Diane, I think I have him quite solid now... Say hello to my erect naked house servant". Tinny laughter could be heard through the speaker of the phone. "Hello Rufus", the speaker said. "Hello Miss Diane," said Rufus with a shy restraint. Mary used her left hand to casually play with his cock and balls as she continued chatting to her friend. She laughed as she could feel his erection pulsing. She slowly stroked his member at an increasing rate until he groaned, and then she stopped, leaving him hanging. "I have to go now, Di." "Ok... have fun... bye." Click.

Mary got up and walked to the sofa, leading the naked Rufus by his cock.

She sat down and picked up a magazine and started to read it.

"Don't sit down. Just stay standing as you are."

The scent of leather and perfume wafted through the air, mingling with the unmistakable smell of coffee that filled the room, adding a touch of comfort to an otherwise overwhelming situation.

Rufus had felt the soft carpet under his feet and the smooth fabric of Mary's dress against his skin. His hand had gripped the arm of the sofa for support as she continued to pleasure him.

Mary's gentle hands had grasped and stroked Rufus's cock, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He felt an itch with the soft fabric of her dress brushing against his bare skin.

Rufus had felt Mary's fingers firmly gripping his shaft, her touch sending jolts of ecstasy through him as he stood still, passively receiving her ministrations.

The soft touch of Mary's fingers on his sensitive skin sent shivers down his spine. It was a teasing and taunting sensation that he couldn't resist. The coolness of the breeze from the open door in the kitchen caressed his skin contrasting with the warmth of her tiny hand.

She started to pump faster, and this time, after he groaned, instead of stopping short, she kept going and said, "cum", and gasped in delight, as he shot his load over the coffee table.

"Of course you'll clean that up boy", she said with a friendly wink and a smirk. She then picked up the remote controller and turned on the TV as she leaned back and focused on the screen.

As the days turned into weeks, Rufus found himself settling into a routine as the Martin family's slave. Every morning, he would wake up before the sun rose and, naked, start his chores for the day.

His first task was to prepare breakfast for the family. The aroma of bacon and eggs would fill the air as he cooked in the kitchen, his hands moving with practised familiarity. He had quickly learned all of the family's favourite recipes and knew exactly how they liked their coffees.

He was not given the luxury of an apron, so some of the cooking experiences became painful as shards of sizzling oil flew through the air and tiny pellets of hot oil landed on his exposed skin, each one giving a unique unpleasant pinch.

With breakfast finished, Rufus would then move on to his other tasks for the day. This could include anything from mowing the lawn to running errands for Marina or the girls.

He couldn't believe that just a few weeks ago he had been a fully employed high school teacher. Now, he had not a single possession, including clothes, nor a career, but he felt as if he had landed, at least partially, on his feet, as the Martin family were all engaging and physically attractive.

Over the following fortnight, Rufus started to feel like part of the family rather than just a naked slave in their household. Mrs. Martin treated him with kindness, though not with any respect. He was never included in conversations, but occasionally asked to offer an opinion or observance with the understanding he was not allowed to offer a syllable more. He was never allowed to sit at the table. For meals, as she had discussed on his first night, he would stand nearby waiting for orders or to be casually caressed as they ate, or conversed with each other.

But despite their relative kindness towards him, Rufus never forgot that he was still a slave. A person with no possessions, not even a pair of shoes.

The three girls continue to use Rufus as their naked sex toy. They would regularly casually play with his private parts while they engaged in some other activity such as reading, chatting on the phone or entertaining friends.

They would make it a game to see who could keep him erect the longest without letting him come. Sometimes they would deliberately masturbate him in front of their friends, neighbours or each other, wait for him to reach the peak and stop, only to repeat the process and eventually make him publicly come over the porch or the lounge floor. He was never allowed any clothing. The wardrobe that used to be in his room had been removed as there was no point. He was not even allowed to wear a pair of sandals.

The only "garment" Rufus had was a bottle of 30+ suntan lotion. The girls would often joke that this bottle, representing his entire wardrobe, would more than fit on the shelf next to the alarm clock.

Rufus never got used to the fact that he was stark naked all the time while the four women in the house took pride in dressing themselves well, and they even spent a lot of time talking about fashion, asking Rufus for an opinion on whether a particular garment clashed with another. It felt like an irony that one of his jobs was to clean and iron the girl's clothing, all the time stark naked and aware that he would never experience the feeling of fabric against his skin. He originally thought he would get used to his continual nudity but to his disappointment, that never happened.