"I was thinking about bananas at the moment, considering the condition he is presenting!" Mrs. parker replied, grinning broadly and giving my jutting tool a visual examination as she stepped forward to shake hands. "Nice to meet you, young man! All of you at once, so it seems!"
What a brazen group of women I had come to be among, lately!
"I'm sorry about this..." I began to explain, feeling sheepish about my erection.
"Well, I'm not. Quite natural in these circumstances. Nice to get matters right out in the open, don't you think? A penis is not exactly the 'pink elephant' in the room, around us ladies, despite the convenient entendre. We really quite enjoy the show. Call me Betsy, hon."
"It often just feels a bit too un-equal to me. Like right now." I sighed.
"Well, life can be that way, very often. I've heard you've been adapting quite well to the standards we expect of you. Are you faltering a little today?" she asked, with a look of compassionate concern. She was still looking me over. I felt like a garage-sale item.
All the women were amused, watching me struggle to maintain composure while interacting with my girlfriend's mother, while hopelessly naked and fully aroused. The women clearly had the upper hand, and were relishing the complete advantage they possessed.
"The male body is such an interesting piece of work, isn't it Betsy?" Renee asked.
"Oh, certainly. As is the male ego, or self-image. So very fragile, once the body is unwrapped and presented au naturel, without any protection for his imperfections. All things exposed for examination," she answered.
"Such a delicious joy for us, and so nerve-wracking for them!" Renee observed. She was holding Matt's arm and caressing it gently. Just enough stimulus to keep his pecker bobbing at a horizontal position.
"Such a gloriously powerful young body. And rendered so lost and helpless without a flimsy piece of cloth to hide behind! Yet, it is his most natural and comfortable condition, once he has learned to shred all his paper tigers of embarrassment. They stand between him and his ideal state."
"Well, we are going to help him tear apart some of those tigers this week! A lot of surprises are in store. But now, these studs need to grill some beef while we sip wine and study their beefy backsides!" Mrs. Gallagher said, stepping onto the deck. The house was filling up with females.
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As we finished the meal and cleared the table, the ladies gathered around us. There was an official air to the moment. Mrs Gallagher spoke.
"Just a few rules, boys! We want a productive as well as fun time while enjoying our beach vacation, so listen carefully. First, you have already been deprived of clothing. A necessity to set the stage for the other rules. You remain totally nude at all times.
Second, immediately and politely respond to any request or instruction from any of the women now present. The Marlowes will be joining us tomorrow. She will assist us also and is also to be obeyed.
Third, you boys will do the grilling, the dishes, and the housekeeping. Don't worry, you'll have plenty of beach time. Attend carefully to whatever needs your girlfriends may ask of you, as gentlemen should. Lack of clothing is no excuse to fail as a gentleman. Act sharp! Obey quickly!
Next, the more difficult issue. Especially considering the recent degree of arousal you've both been exhibiting. Your ladies will help and supervise in keeping this rule. NO ORGASMS will be allowed during this trip, without direct approval. No matter how horny you are, no matter how much your erection is demanding relief, do not masturbate in any manner, nor do anything to facilitate an ejaculation. Do not ask permission to play with your penis - IT WILL NOT BE GIVEN! You will be experiencing many arousing stimuli, and it will not be possible to avoid them, but you are expected to endure it. Annie and Renee may intercede with me if they think you need and have qualified for relief. It will then be decided when, where and by what manner you shall receive it. Regard the girls as the new owners of your penises. Look at your firm cocks - but don't touch. Will, that stiff rod rising from your crotch now belongs to Annie, not to you! She has COMPLETE authority over it. Matt, that plump prick belongs to Renee. Keep your hands away from what is no longer yours! Even when you piss, you will be supervised and limited in touching it. This rule helps a penis-bearer to learn to use it to please a woman, not the man who carries the duties and liabilities of a penis!"
Annie's mom then spoke. "If you violate these rules, you are subject to punishment. You will be spanked with this paddle, in the open, bending over that picnic table. The sting in your ass may outweigh the tickle in your pickle!"
"Mrs. Marlowe will be bringing penis cages tomorrow. If your arousal is granted relief, it will be followed by a period of time in lock-up, so remember that when deciding to seek relief. If you don't want it caged, strive to maintain the 'hands off' rule. And of course, remember, you cannot conceal your penis under ANY circumstances - no matter WHO is present! No matter how horny you feel! No matter how embarrassed you may become!"
"Yes! Two fine pricks! Two sets of balls! And two sexy asses! Ours to enjoy, to tease, to show off, and to control." Renee squealed with delight.
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I spent a very sleepless night. The abstinence had been imposed suddenly and without warning, and I had been a little horny all afternoon, with no opportunity for dealing with it. Annie was not going to budge on her tight enforcement. She was much amused by watching my dick and my reactions. She would tickle the tip or the frenulum, enjoying it as if it were the first time. Relishing the sense of power she held over it - her brand new toy! She sent shivers of ecstasy through me as she teased and withdrew, allowing it to subside, then tantalizing it again. It was incredible! Reminding me that she now owned the key element of my manhood, she cupped my balls in her palm. Cuddling them softly, she claimed title to them as well.
When she was ready to sleep, she cuffed my wrists to the headboard. It was now impossible to reach my yearning but denied L'il Willie, as she teasingly called it. I couldn't break the rule and she was making sure of it. So I finally subsided into sleep.
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