The Swimsuit Fitting
An e-mail from the Phys Ed Department was waiting for me the following morning.
"You have an appointment for a swimsuit fitting with Sydney at the Swimmer's Edge in the Northland Mall on Wednesday at 4:30 PM. Take the Northland bus and be sure to bring your leather collar and ring. You will have an opportunity to put them on at the store. Begin taking your pills the night before your appointment and again in the morning so that you will have taken 2 pills by the time of your appointment. Don't be late. You are not allowed to cum during the fitting."
That last line should have been a warning, but it didn't even register with me.
Diligently, I followed the instructions, and by Saturday at noon, I was carrying a persistent erection in my pants, one that was increasingly difficult to hide. It might have been my imagination, but I thought that I was receiving more attention than normal. As one of the few men on campus, I'd grown accustomed to being looked at with interest, with resentment, with curiosity, but it seemed to me that I was becoming the object of more focus than previously. I wondered why.
While the bus ride was uneventful, the walk through the mall caused something of a stir. Since school was over for the day, the walkways and the stores were filled with teenage girls. And with their winter coats hanging open, the skimpy tops most wore underneath revealed more than they concealed. And since the short jacket I wore left the sizeable visible bulge in my pants completely visible, I seemed to catch the attention of many.
They stared at me, whispering to each other behind cupped hands, pointing and giggling as I passed by. When I finally found my destination, I thought one or two may have followed me inside. The store itself was relatively empty, just a mother with her pre-teen daughter and a couple of groups of teenage girls checking out string bikinis.
The two female clerks were chatting behind the counter as I approached. The taller of the two, a pretty brunette with streaked highlights and bright blue eyes smiled at me. Her tight t-shirt emphasized prominently erect nipples.
"Can I help you?'
"Yes, I have an appointment with Sydney. I'm a little early."
Her smile widened, showing white even teeth.
"I'm Sydney. You must be Bill."
Blushing slightly, I nodded. Her eyes flicked down below my waist, lingering on the swollen bulge at my crotch.
"I see that you need to use the restroom to put on your collar."
"Yes Ma'am."
She couldn't be but a year of two older than I was, but already I was addressing her as if she were my elderly aunt. She gestured toward the back of the store.
"Go past the changing rooms and you'll find it. I'll be waiting for you here."
Blushing as I went, I hurried past the register and found my way to the single restroom. I quickly dropped my pants and snapped the leather cock around my cock and balls. Immediately, it began to swell, extending out until it was fully erect. Painfully, I pulled my pants back up and stuffed it inside. Then I buckled the collar around my neck, checking the loose fit in the small mirror.
As I walked back to the register, I noticed that the store was beginning to get busy. Sydney's assistant was ringing up the mother and daughter, but at least three other groups of teenage girls had arrived. When the mother spotted the leather collar around my neck, her eyes grew wide and she hustled her daughter out of the store just as soon as she could. Sydney grinned at their hasty departure and pulled a package out from under the counter, her blue eyes darting below my waist as I approached.
"Let's go try these on."
I followed her slim hips as they swayed back and forth, first to the dressing area and then into the first stall. The space was tiny, barely large enough for two people and the single stool it contained. One entire wall was covered with a floor length mirror. She carelessly pulled the thin curtain half way closed as she reached inside the package and retrieved a pair of white swimsuits.
"Take off your clothes so I can see if these fit."
I swallowed. My cock felt enormous inside the tight pants.
"Everything?"
She looked at me, half smiling, half in disbelief.
"How else can I tell if they fit?"
I swallowed again, blushing as I hung up my jacket, whipped off my shirt and unbuckled my belt, pushing my pants down off my thighs to the floor. She eyed the bulging pouch of my briefs as I hesitantly slid my thumbs beneath the elastic waistband.
"I don't have all day. The store's getting busy and Carrie won't be able to handle the rush all by herself, so hurry up!"
"Yes Ma'am."
I took a deep breath and bent over, drawing the cotton underwear down the floor. As I straightened up and stepped out of them, my erect cock bobbed up and down, tightly restrained by the leather ring. She watched it for a long moment, jutting out before me, twitching with eager excitement.
"They said you had a big one."
Keeping her gaze fastened between my thighs, she held one of the suits out to me.
"Here. Try this one on."
I took it from her and stepped into it as she continued to watch. The suit was an Italian racer, white Spandex with short legs. Unfortunately, it was a little large. The legs and the waistband were too loose.
"You need the next size smaller. Okay, take those off and put these on."
As I obeyed and stripped off the racing suit, I heard a pair of laughing voices coming closer. Alarmed, I realized that the curtain would hide nothing from anyone passing by. Standing facing the open doorway, my stiff cock on full display, I was panicky but Sydney nonchalantly held out a tiny white thong. I snatched it from her just as two teenaged girls entered the hallway. Frantically, I stepped into the leg openings and tried to pull the straps into place, but I was too late.
"Ommigod!"
A tall, very pretty blonde stood just outside the entrance with her mouth agape and her blue eyes wide open. A brunette, shorter and much rounder, peered over her shoulder. Sydney stepped aside so they could get a better look at me as I fumbled with the white elastic, trying desperately to cover my waving hard-on. I heaved a sigh of relief once I tucked myself inside the thin nylon, only to be dismayed when I realized just how little it concealed.
The center seam was designed to support my balls, lifting them up and out, almost as if they were being held up for inspection. The pouch itself was generously proportioned and quite loose, allowing my erect cock plenty of room to bob and sway with my movements. The protruding bulge of my pouch mesmerized the girls.
"So do you like the swimsuit, girls?"
The brunette just stared at my crotch as the blonde nodded and cleared her throat.
"He's huge."
"What? Oh, you mean, his dick."
Stepping close to me, the store manager started to stroke the upper part of my thigh. As she spoke, her hands crept closer to my bulging crotch, sliding between my spread legs, caressing the inside of my thighs.
"Yes, the suit does an excellent job of emphasizing his rather large size, don't you think?"
Turing to me, Sydney grinned.
"Assume the position and present yourself to these girls."
Surprised that she knew about the 'Present' position, I obediently I clasped my hands on top of my head and shuffled my feet apart. The movement caused my fully erect cock to bounce up and down inside the loose confines of the white suit as the girls continued to study the swollen pouch.
"I'm Sydney, the manager here, and this is Bill."
Without lifting her gaze from my throbbing pouch, the tall blonde introduced herself and her friend.
"I'm Melissa and this is Jocelyn. Is he your boyfriend?"
Sydney chuckled as she casually slid her hand higher, cupping my balls through the nylon, palming them, casually lifting them even higher.
"Oh no, we just met. I'm fitting him with some customized suits."
"Then why is he letting you play with his, his ---"
"His dick? Because he's trying to join a secret club, and is required to do whatever I say."
"Really? Kind of like a college sorority?"
"Something like that."
"Can we play with him too?"
The light haired brunette released my balls so she could curl her hand around my cockshaft, squeezing firmly through the white cloth as she answered.
"Hmmm. I'm not sure that's a good idea. He's under strict orders not to cum."
"Oh."
Both girls looked crestfallen, but still eagerly followed Sydney's hand as she began to post up and down my rigid cock, each stroke bringing the tip of the rounded knob closer to the edge of the elastic waistband.
"However, I see no reason that you can't assist me in fitting this swimsuit on him. As you can see, the cloth of the pouch is cut quite full, allowing the shaft and corona of his penis lots of freedom of movement."
To demonstrate, she released my stiffened pole and then tapped it lightly, sending it swinging from side to side. When it finally came to a twitching stop, I gasped as she pulled open the waistband and reached inside, wrapping her fist around my bare stalk.
"The looseness of the cut also permits easy access to his erect penis.'
Sydney began to pump me again as the girls stared, wide-eyed and opened mouthed, following the rhythmic action of her hand inside my skimpy suit. With each down stroke, the white nylon slid lower, at first just offering a quick glimpse of my reddened cockhead, and then fully exposing the swollen bulb.