In case it's not your kind of story... Bess visits, and enjoys Marcus. Marcus accepts Katherine's collar. Story tags: female domination, male submission, pussy worship, teasing, anal toys, cum eating, incest, aunt-nephew, male bi-sexual, collaring
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 9
On a day without classes to attend, Marcus lay on his bed in the early afternoon contemplating his life at the Stewarts'. Having been awarded scholarships that paid for his tuition and books, he had been left to solve the challenges of housing in the upscale community surrounding the college he attended. It was to his benefit that his aunt Bess, his mother's younger sister by a decade and only ten years older than Marcus, knew the Stewarts and had arranged for him to live in their empty maid's suite.
Beginning the school year, Marcus also had a part-time job with a company that Mrs. Stewart's firm contracted with. That job, unfortunately, had dried up soon after it had begun. Mrs. Stewart rescued Marcus with an offer to trade room and board for chores around the Stewarts' home. Simple cleaning tasks, basic yard maintenance, and weekly detailed car washes began to fill Marcus' days when he wasn't dedicated to the study routines that would maintain his grades and his scholarships. These tasks were coordinated with Mrs. Stewart during what became a daily 8:30 a.m. meeting that set out the tasks for the day.
In a slow but steady progression, Marcus' list of chores changed focus until he became Mrs. Stewart's obedient and submissive house boy. Many mornings he found himself orally serving his Mistress, often after she'd had sex with Mr. Stewart before he departed for work. Marcus grinned as he thought of the mornings he stood outside the Stewarts' bedroom, naked except for a chastity cage and anal plug, to be greeted by Charles Stewart as he exited the room and left the door open for Marcus to be called to Mrs. Stewart's bed. His open role as their slut boy and his routine nudity had simply become his normal state of being within their household.
It wasn't long after his evolution to be Katherine Stewart's slut boy that Marcus discovered that Aunt Bess had a similar relationship with the Stewarts. He'd known that there was a shared sexual past between Bess and the Stewarts from photos he'd stumbled upon in Bess' laptop, but the full extent of her service to the couple was still emerging through his now regular and increasingly sexually-charged video chats with his aunt.
That morning, Marcus had entered the Stewarts' bedroom to find Mrs. Stewart lazily spreading Charles' cum over her stomach and into her cleavage with the perfectly manicured fingertips of one hand. She smiled lazily as she looked up at Marcus.
"Charles left a mess this morning Marcus," she said softly, "you can clean that up and then lick me for a little while."
Obediently, Marcus crawled onto the large bed between Mrs. Stewart's spread thighs. He lowered his lips to his Mistress' stomach and started carefully lapping up the cum her husband had left there after pulling out of her warm pussy. As he licked, he thought of the black booty shorts and cropped t-shirt he was sometimes expected to wear as a house uniform. The shirts of those outfits read, in a bold, yellow script, "Cum Slut." He knew he was certainly Katherine's cum slut and diligently licked her body clean to be rewarded with the taste of her smooth and freshly-fucked pussy.
Katherine moaned softly as Marcus lowered himself to the mattress between her thighs and his lips and tongue made contact with her pussy. With the sounds of her reactions to his licking, and gentle nudges of his head with her fingertips, she ensured that the oral service he provided matched her desires for a slow build-up to a gentle orgasm.
Katherine pushed Marcus' head back as her orgasm washed over her body. She sat up with a smile on her lips and drew him into a kneeling position. Pulling Marcus' face to her own, Katherine kissed him deeply, tasting her own flavors on the younger man's lips and tongue.
"Mmm, I do like tasting pussy on a boy's lips," she said with a grin.
"Yes, ma'am," replied Marcus softly as he felt the throbbing of his caged cock in anticipation, in hope, that he would be unlocked and milked that morning.
Mrs. Stewart reached down and cupped Marcus's smooth-shaven balls under the Holy Trainer chastity cage.
"I need to get ready for work," she said, "maybe I'll find time later today to unlock my slut's cock and milk his balls. It's been a while since you sucked your cum from my toes while I made calls."
Marcus felt a moan of mixed frustration and anticipation rise in his throat as he accepted the postponement and his mind filled with images. Images of him serving Mrs. Stewart in her home office, kneeling at her feet to lick her pussy or worship her feet as she made calls to friends or, more rarely, for work purposes. Lately, when those calls were to those within her circle of kink-minded friends, they were video calls that revealed him in his place of servitude.
Standing by the bed, Katherine instructed Marcus that she left a chore list on the table in the corner of the bedroom for him. Marcus heard the shower in her bathroom starting as he slipped from the bedroom and quietly closed the door behind him. The next few hours were spent taking care of the basic cleaning tasks she had listed, most of which were already part of his usual routine on the days the cleaning ladies didn't visit.
Outside the house, Marcus swept the patio and most of the walkways where his nudity wouldn't be public. Most of the property was sheltered from view, although he'd occasionally noticed the watching eyes of Mrs. Patterson who lived next door. A well-dressed and polite lady in her 50s, Marcus had occasionally crossed paths with Mrs. Patterson on the street outside as he left for or returned from his classes. Whenever he saw her, he was reminded of Mrs. Stewart's remarks that she and her husband had occasionally been guests in the Stewarts' basement playroom before he died a few years ago. From this information, Marcus was aware that Mrs. Patterson probably knew everything she needed to about his role within the Stewarts' home.
After his chores Marcus showered and, after cleaning them, replaced the chastity cage and anal plug. He checked messages on his laptop while eating a reheated meal from the selection of chef-prepared meals provided by Mrs. Stewart. The improved diet combined with an expected workout schedule in the home's mini-gym as part of his chore list had made a definite and noticeable change in his physique, a benefit of his residence there that he was always pleased to notice in himself.
With his lunch out of the way, Marcus lay down to relax for a few minutes. He let his mind roam over the circumstances that led to his current situation and contemplated getting in a few hours of study time before he was expected to serve the Stewarts their usual end-of-day glasses of wine. He was still on the bed when his thoughts were interrupted by a quick knock on the door and the sounds of the door opening to admit a visitor.
Marcus was sitting up and his feet just hitting the floor when Bess' voice reached him.
"No need to get up, Marcus, just stay where you are."
Despite the shared nudity of their video chats, Marcus was immediately embarrassed about being walked in on by his aunt. His flight response led to hasty glances about for something within reach to cover himself, a response that was interrupted by Bess' voice, tinged with a little more firmness.
"Stop, Marcus, lay back down, I liked you just the way I found you."
Marcus wasn't certain why that delicate edge of command in Bess' voice worked so effectively on him. He lay back on the bed, legs together and with his hand casually placed over his exposed crotch hiding the chastity cage from Bess' view.
"Uh...," he began but found no words as he watched Bess approach the bed.
In contrast to Marcus' nakedness, Bess was fully dressed. She wore pleated-front light grey slacks and a medium-blue silk blouse with long sleeves and a Chinese collar buttoned to the top. On her feet, unnoticed by Marcus, were a pair of elegant black pumps with three inches of tapering heel that flared to a slightly wider base.
