The first full week of my summer work, the team-building in Southern France, had already changed me from a shy 19 year old boy into a young man who had experienced the intense excitement of showing off his whole body and its sexual functions to an appreciative female audience. My new lady boss, Candice, and her female colleagues had thoroughly entertained themselves at my expense. On command, I had jacked-off in front of them and had even, on command, sucked the cock of Joe, my only male colleague. Strangely, I seemed to have discovered a new force for freedom in my life, although somewhat mixed with a subtle sense of captivity.
Joe and I had rooms at Candice's luxurious penthouse apartment in Brussels for the duration of our summer work with Cleopatra Futures. As soon as we arrived back at her apartment from the airport, Candice asked Joe and I to sit down as she poured us each a glass of sparkling rose wine. She told us that she had been giving some thought to the rest of our summer. She found us both to be very likeable boys and had been impressed by our enthusiasm and willingness to be of service to her girls this past week. In her opinion, we could be very successful. Candice told us that she knew far too many males who had not developed well. This was a sad loss to womankind.
"I am a successful business woman and you appear to me to be good investments. I would like to help both of you to develop optimally as males, physically and mentally prepared to reap the full benefits of what life has to offer to men. This summer, with my guidance and training, you will start to become complete men, free from the artificial constraints of your education and upbringing, listening to your own body and mind, and in control of your own destiny. Females will celebrate your masculinity while lesser men will be consumed with envy at your success."
"Are you still interested?"
We nodded in unison and gulped our wine, almost hypnotized by her words.
"Good. As well as continuing to work at the office, you will need to follow a healthy diet, develop your physique with the help of my personal trainer as well as develop your social skills, especially with women. You will have experiences and opportunities that will greatly benefit you for the rest of your life. However, I do have some very simple conditions."
She paused for effect.
"First, you must be very obedient. I will be in command, in and out of the office. You should never question my decisions. Also, I want you to be naked and therefore scrupulously clean whenever you are in this apartment. I will want to very closely observe your physical progress. Lastly, I will need to continue to collect your sperm each day, for a little scientific experiment of mine. Don't answer yet. First, go and take a shower. Freshen yourselves up. Then come back to me with your answer, naked or clothed."
I returned to my room, stripped and showered. The more I considered Candice's proposition, the harder my cock became. I could not stop myself stroking my cock until I became too close to the edge for comfort. It took all my willpower to stop myself. I lay on my bed and tried to calm down. The ache in my genitals was the answer to Candice's question. So I returned naked to join Candice. Joe was already sitting on the couch sipping another glass of wine exhibiting his 7-inch erection.
"Good boys! I am so happy for you both! Congratulations!"
Candice then introduced us to Maria, calling her out of the kitchen where she was preparing our dinner. She had apparently arrived while we were showering. Maria was her housekeeper. She was a shapely dark haired Mediterranean girl in her early twenties wearing a tight little black dress with white apron, the archetypal maid. We shook her hand as she made a show of looking everywhere except at our semi-erect and skinned-back cocks.
That evening Maria cooked a fantastic meal for us. It was to be the first of many at which Joe and I sat formally at the large dining table, completely naked, while Maria served us three or four courses of delicious, often unusual, but presumably very healthy food. Usually Candice joined us and occasionally, about once or twice a week, she brought a friend or two, always female. Guests would always do there best to converse in English and show genuine interest in us. We learned a lot about food, etiquette, culture and women. They were often very direct, asking us questions such as how we liked being naked around women. We both agreed that it was both stimulating and a lot of fun. Joe and I were also confronted with our own relationship. We were becoming good buddies, with a healthy interest in our bodies and physical pleasures, but we were certainly not homosexual. We liked the girls too much for that.
Almost inevitably these evenings finished with Joe and I masturbating for Candice's friends. Often we would be outside on the roof terrace enjoying the warm evening air. They would ask us to walk around, jump up and down, dance a little or stand on the table. Mostly they also caressed my shaft and balls, examining my assets at close range. Occasionally a drop of the precum would be licked away and, if I was very lucky, my whole cock head would disappear into a sweet lady's mouth. Some of their tongues were very well practiced, rotating around my corona and flicking expertly over my frenum. Candice was always in control and never let it get out of hand. The sexual activity was always manual or oral, never vaginal, and when we finally ejaculated, it was always into our waiting wine glasses. The ladies always remained clothed, although they often fingered their pussies. On a couple of occasions I assisted by working a finger or two in a soaked vagina or even sucking on a desperate clitoris.
With Maria, Joe and I had a lot of fun over the weeks trying to find out each day whether she was wearing underwear under her short maid's uniform. As the summer progressed we noticed that the frequency of her pantylessness increased. She increasingly enjoyed teasing us with flashes of her bare pussy when Candice was either not there or not looking. Or was Candice just pretending not to notice? In any case, she could hardly have missed the effect it was having on our cocks. However Candice had made it painfully clear that all her employees were off limits for us. So we looked but could not touch, although Candice seemed to have omitted to explain the same rule with her female employees.
At the office, the girls remained very forward and open with us, although we were now wearing at least some light clothes, naturally without underwear. The girls would take any opportunity to touch us and ask us to prove that our foreskins were rolled back, as "agreed". Clearly our team building exercise in France was having a lasting effect. It was all good fun!
We had fun in other places too! One afternoon, in our first week back in Brussels, Candice told us that we were going shopping. A taxi dropped us in a small street with expensive looking boutiques. We followed Candice in to one shop where she sat down on a couch at the rear of the shop near the curtained changing cubicles. She told the young lady assistant that we needed new summer outfits. Various options were presented, with Candice finally selecting some for us to try on. Most were very light thin cotton and linen trousers and shirts. We changed and presented ourselves for inspection. My lack of underwear was painfully obvious as I tried to comfortably position my half-hard cock. The other assistant had come over to help us, and an older lady, apparently the owner of the shop, had also appeared. She greeted Candice as if they were old friends. As I went to change into the next outfit, I was told to just leave the curtain open. In front of Candice and the three strangers, I probably tried about 10 different styles and designs, some loose and some very tight. I was left totally exposed between the selections. Candice finally selected a light blue, low on the hip, very tight pair of thin cotton trousers with matching shirt. In the bright shop lighting, my penis line was clearly visible. She then said that we also needed some new shorts and t-shirts. We tried several styles of shorts, from leather with zips to semi-transparent nylon. The assistants were becoming quite complementary.
"Oh. It fits so well. That looks very nice!"
Candice decided on a tight microfiber pair of red shorts for me, and a similar blue pair for Joe. However Candice thought they might be a little too tight. So to make sure that they fitted properly, Candice told us to get ourselves really hard and then to try them on again. We stood in our open cubicles, with the shorts around our ankles, stoking our cocks while Candice and the shop staff watched attentively. On command, we stopped and pulled on our new shorts to cover our excitement. I just managed to squeeze into them.
"Perfect fits! Oh dear boys, what are those dark patches on your new shorts."
We had both produced sufficient pre-cum to soak through the thin material.
Candice laughed, "Well, now we'll have to buy them!"
The shop owner was in a serious discussion in French with Candice as we finished changing out of the shorts and into our new outfits, getting ready to leave.
"Boys, you are to become famous models. Madame Dinant would like your fresh faces and sweet bodies to model for the new brochure and website of her fashion shops. She'll make the arrangements with her photographer for next week."
