In case it's not your kind of story... Marcus licks Katherine, and sucks Charles. Story tags: female domination, male submission, pussy worship, teasing, anal toys, cum eating, bisexual male
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.
An Obedient Boy for Katherine, Part 8
Marcus was waiting outside the Stewarts' bedroom at 8:30 a.m. on Saturday morning for his usual morning meeting with Mrs. Stewart. He'd never considered himself a morning person, but the routine she had established for the start of their day has quickly become a well-established part of his day. Each day, before meeting Mrs. Stewart, he made sure to be showered, shaved, and prepared in accordance with her wishes, wearing one of the anal plugs she had given him and with the Holy Trainer chastity cage locked in place. He was allowed access to a key for the cage to facilitate daily cleaning but was expected to honor her wishes that he not use it to satisfy himself without permission. Obedience to Mrs. Stewart's wishes had resulted in Marcus being used as Mrs. Stewart's sexual plaything most mornings, his balls often being drained by her desires, and his lips and tongue kept busy lapping up the cum he produced and any cum that Mr. Stewart had deposited on or in his wife before leaving for work.
While waiting for the bedroom door to open, Marcus pondered how quickly and thoroughly it had become normal for him to be naked except for the chastity cage as he served in the Stewarts' home. That even extended to remaining nude in the presence of the couple's cleaning ladies and for a growing circle of their kink-minded friends.
Living in the Stewarts' maid's suite beside the garage had been arranged through his Aunt Bess who was a close friend of the Stewarts. That arrangement enabled Marcus to live within walking distance of the local college. His tuition was covered by scholarships, but he was responsible for his own housing, a fiscal challenge in the upscale community built around the college. Aunt Bess had gotten him into the Stewarts' home, and his rent was to be covered by the pay from a job with one of the local companies that did contracted insurance remediation with Mrs. Stewart's firm. That job, unfortunately, had ended after only a few weeks. Mrs. Stewart, in accordance with her promises to Aunt Bess, offered to let Marcus stay in the maid's suite in exchange for chores around the house. A chore list that had started with tidying the kitchen, cleaning the walkways, and washing their cars, had evolved into Marcus becoming the Stewarts' naked and submissive house boy, a result that Marcus wouldn't now trade for anything.
Marcus turned toward the bedroom door as it opened and smiled when he saw that the first person coming out was Mr. Stewart's executive assistant, Becky. She acted in that official role for all of the VPs at Mr. Stewart's firm and Marcus had more than once heard him describe the extra duties that attended her employment there as free use. This was not the first time she'd spent the night in the Stewarts' bedroom. He'd also heard Mrs. Stewart describe Becky as much smarter than her air-headed slut persona implied and that she was likely to become one of the company's VPs much sooner than her employers expected, with the knowledge she gained working under and with the VPs.
Blonde, slender, and large-breasted for her size, Becky stood only five feet tall in her bare feet and was a full six inches shorter than Marcus. Her rounded breasts seemed slightly too large for her small frame but did not appear to Marcus' eye to have been enhanced to achieve their shape and stimulating bouncy nature. With her blonde hair still untidy from sleep and a few traces of last night's makeup still evident, Becky looked no less sexy than when she was dressed to party.
Soon after Becky had learned that she could expect to find Marcus waiting outside the bedroom, naked and caged as he was, she had intentionally begun to exit the bedroom without having dressed. Carrying her clothes and shoes, she enjoyed making a little show of dressing in front of Marcus. Her shoes, Louboutin slingback pumps, dangled from her fingers as she approached and stood very close to Marcus. Becky had a very small amount of silky fabric draped over one arm that Marcus assumed was her dress, and likely the only clothing she was wearing when she arrived at the house.
The pretty smirk on her lips as she looked up at Marcus indicated to him that she knew exactly what she was doing to tease and torment him and his caged cock with her naked presence. As Becky dropped her shoes and dress on a nearby sofa, Marcus stood still with his feet shoulder width apart and moved his hands to the small of his back. He'd found that posture, which Becky had referred to as "standing like a sexy soldier" to be the best way to interact at a minimum with her teasing and temptation.
With her free hand, Becky circled Marcus' left nipple with one perfectly manicured fingertip.
"Hi, Marcus, you're looking very sexy this morning."
"Good morning, Miss Becky, it's a pleasure to see you again."
Becky's hand trailed downwards, her fingertips staying in contact with Marcus' skin until her hand reached down to gently cup his balls under the chastity cage.
"Mmm, I need to find a great guy like Charles who will let me keep a naked house boy too. I like it when you call me 'Miss Becky'... it's so obedient,... so submissive."
Her last words were barely a whisper for Marcus' ears before she continued.
"One of these days I'm going to ask Katherine if you're allowed to date, and if she says yes I'll borrow the key too and find out what's she keeping locked up here."
Marcus bit his lips as he held back a soft moan when Becky started massaging his balls.
"Would you like to go on a date with me, Marcus?" Becky asked in a whisper.
Not trusting his voice, Marcus nodded ever so slightly.
"Mmm," Becky murmured, "I'd bet you'd be my good boy, wouldn't you?"
Marcus nodded again.
"Or would you like to be the locked boy I come home to from my dates, with a freshly-fucked pussy for you to lick clean? Would you still be my good boy then?"
As Marcus started to nod once again Becky giggled and stepped back.
"I hope your cage doesn't get too tight thinking about it," she said with a grin as she held up her dress and shoes, "but I have to get going. It's a good thing I brought sweats and runners for the walk home, otherwise, the neighbors would see one very sexy slut-walk in these."
Marcus could only watch as Becky crossed the room to where her gym bag sat near the front door. She glanced over and smiled as she slipped into her sweats and blew Marcus a kiss as she slipped out the front door.
As the front door closed, Marcus' attention was drawn to the opening of the bedroom door.
"Was that Becky heading out?" Charles asked as he stepped through the open doorway.
"Uh, yes, sir," Marcus said quickly as he got his mind off Becky's teasing, "did you want me to try and catch her?"
"Oh, no," laughed Charles, "it's not a long walk for her and anyway, if I get her in the car I'll never make my tee-off time."
It took a few seconds for Marcus to realize that Charles wasn't referring to the length of the detour to drive Becky home. Grinning at his own humor, Charles crossed the living room into the kitchen. He poured a coffee and started heading for the garage. Before he disappeared down the hallway towards the garage, he looked back over at Marcus.
