In case it's not your kind of story ... Marcus' training continues, and a chat with Aunt Bess. Story tags: female domination, femdom, male submission, chastity, anal toys, cum eating, pussy worship, bondage, bisexual male, aunt/nephew
This is one chapter in a series. If you haven't read the earlier chapters, It is recommended that you start there. Over its full course, the story includes, among other things, female domination, male submission, toys, chastity, and bisexual play. If these aren't your thing, you may want to find another story to read. For those who have enjoyed the story to this point, or my other writings, I hope this one does not disappoint.
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Back in his room, Marcus had a couple of hours before he needed to get ready and head for the campus. He placed the box from Mrs. Stewart on his desk and considered her instructions. Opening the box, he looked at the very realistic dildo that lay on the red satin lining and carefully lifted it out to stand it on its wide base. 'An exact copy of Mr. Stewart's cock' she had said. Matthew knew it was larger than his own and curiosity made him take a ruler from his desk drawer.
Measuring the length at just over six and one-half inches, Marcus estimated that its thickness was more than that of the thickest part of the anal plug he realized that he was rocking steadily on. Holding the ruler against the shaft, he estimated that it was almost one and three-quarter inches across. The dildo was detailed with veins and a well-formed circumcised head, with the urethral opening clearly evident. As close as he'd been to Mr. Stewart's cock, Marcus had not yet touched it, and now with the replica in front of him, he found himself feeling shy about doing so to the copy.
Mrs. Stewart had also said that Marcus could explore how it felt in his slutty mouth and ass. Grinning shyly to himself, he knew he couldn't dispute that description of his mouth and ass, both of which she had already ensured were used in slutty ways. Marcus imagined himself leaning forward to kiss the head of the dildo, with open lips as Mrs. Stewart had taught him. He pictured her lips sliding over the head of Charles' cock, and also the sight of Tom sucking Mr. Stewart until he came. As these images formed in Marcus' mind, he rocked on the anal plug, his thoughts turning to how much longer and thicker the dildo would feel in his ass than the plugs he had been using.
Marcus decided that he would experiment with the dildo for anal penetration that evening after he had served the Stewarts their pre-dinner wine. Sliding his lips over the head, he thought, could be a more immediate experiment.
Taking the dildo from the desk, Marcus headed for the bathroom. His online reading of sex toy care and cleaning, guided by Mrs. Stewart's hints, ensured that he knew the first thing to do was to give it a thorough cleaning. Under warm running water, Marcus found himself stroking the dildo's shaft with a soapy, slippery hand. It only took a few seconds before he reminded himself that he was basically masturbating a copy of Charles' cock and the real one would probably feel much the same.
Rinsing and drying the dildo, Marcus returned to his desk and stood it back up on its base on the desktop. Sitting down, he was again reminded of one of the dildo's uses when the plug in his ass shifted. Marcus slid his hands up to tease his nipples as he imagined himself kissing and sucking the dildo under Mrs. Stewart's guidance. Before he realized what he was doing he leaned forward and placed a wet open-mouthed kiss on the head of the dildo.
The head of the dildo felt familiar in his mouth. Marcus realized that the strap-on dildos that Katherine had worn to train him to kiss and suck them were from the same mould. When it was Katherine's strap-on cock in his mouth, he was sucking her cock. The difference was that he was intentionally sucking a dildo that represented Charles' hard cock. Moaning softly as he imagined Katherine's hand guiding his head downward, he let his lips slide down the shaft as the head filled his mouth. With half the phallus filling his mouth before he felt it at the back of his throat, Marcus realized it was going to take some practice to match Tom's skill with Charles' cock. But that, he knew, was going to have to wait until after the day's classes.
It took most of the walk to campus for Marcus' mind to get away from the thought of the dildo filling his mouth. He pictured it as he left it, washed and laying in its box on his desk. He promised himself he would play with it again after his service duties with the Stewarts that evening. Once Marcus returned to the house after classes, he quickly showered in the bathroom of the maid's suite and replaced the chastity cage and the anal plug. Using all his self-control to leave the new dildo for later, he struggled to focus on other tasks as he awaited the signs that Mr. Stewart had come home.
The sound of the garage door was Marcus' signal. Charles would park and head to the Stewarts' bedroom to freshen up after his day at the office. Mrs. Stewart usually ended her day working in her home office at about the same time. Marcus was expected to be in the kitchen, with wine glasses ready, to pour each of them a glass of wine as their day transitioned from their high-pressure working environments to their relaxed home setting where neither of them tolerated after-hours intrusions by their work responsibilities.
Waiting in the kitchen, two wine glasses ready on the counter and a bottle of wine chilled in the fridge, Marcus contemplated the events of the past few months. Offered a full scholarship at the nearby college, he was still required to pay for his own rent and living expenses. Thanks to his Aunt Bess, his mother's younger sister by a decade but still older than Marcus by ten years, a ready-made solution came along.
Bess' friends, Katherine and Charles Stewart, lived near the college, and they had an unoccupied maid's suite in their house. As an added favor for Bess, Katherine also arranged a job interview for Marcus with an insurance remediation company she often contracted in her work as an adjuster. With the job set to cover his expenses, Marcus promised to stay out of the Stewarts' way and applied himself to the first weeks of classes with diligence. Then, without warning, the job evaporated only a few weeks into the semester.
At a loss and with limited time to find a new job that would align with his schedule and pay enough to cover his expenses, Marcus was saved when Mrs. Stewart offered to trade the rent owed plus some extra cash for help with some chores around the house. That role evolved until Marcus became the Stewarts' house boy. Grinning to himself, Marcus pictured the steps along the way that had resulted in him standing naked in the Stewarts' kitchen waiting to serve their wine. Not exactly naked, he reminded himself, he wore a chastity cage on his young cock and had an anal plug seated in his ass, two distinctive reminders of his place in the household. With the expectation that he would not neglect his studies, a commitment he would have kept in any case, Marcus wasn't about to complain about his situation or how it had come about.
Mr. Stewart reappeared from their bedroom first. Freshly showered, he wore a simple short dressing gown of plain black material with three-quarter length sleeves. In his typical nonchalant fashion, he had ignored the belt and let the dressing gown hang open, allowing the display of his chest and his relaxed cock. Marcus couldn't help but to look, mentally comparing the original model to the dildo still sitting on his desk. As Charles eased himself into one of the living room sofas, Marcus knew to bring him a glass of wine without waiting to be asked to do so.
As Marcus was handing Charles his glass of wine, Katherine rounded the corner from the hallway into the living room.
"Hello, boys," she said cheerily as she headed for the bedroom.
She had already doffed her dress before leaving her home office. With the dress draped over one arm and her shoes dangling from the finger of her other hand, Katherine wore only her stockings, a light yellow lace garter belt, and matching panties as she walked toward the bedroom doors.
Charles smiled as he noted the tone of her greeting and the lightness of her step.
"You seem happy," he said, "and you're already perfectly dressed, so don't take too long in there, I'll have Marcus pour your wine."
Katherine paused and turned to face the two men.
"I am happy," she confirmed, "Someone at head office is about to find out that their pet contractor isn't getting that warehouse job. I can't wait for the fireworks."
Spreading her arms slightly and looking down at what little she wore.
"And this, it's just a little something I threw on. As for being perfectly dressed, that's just feeding your fantasies, Charles. I think I'll be ready for my wine attired in something less stimulating for you if you don't mind."
