"One last thing before we get on the tram. You do not have a leash on, so you are fair game for any woman who wants to grope you. I will explain the leash law when we get to the village, but do not react if you are groped. The law is clear, they may not pinch, squeeze, bite or lick, but they can caress or pat, and they will all stare and say things. Just be ready to enjoy the attention, just as you expect "the ladies" to enjoy your attention."
They got on the tram at what was the beginning of the route. Ms. Leister had him go to the back of the tram, which was empty of course. She told him to sit by the window while she sat on the aisle, which would force other women to go over her to touch him. The tram took off but not for very long. It stopped right around the corner that was the gate to the prime AAA meat market, which he realized was the entrance to his whorehouse. The first thing he saw and heard was several women getting on the tram alone chatting with each other about the absolute bliss they had using boys who would never have talked to them in high school or college and just how much fun it was to do anything like liked with them. They were all reasonably attractive older women, but what told him the full situation was that he saw Prepubes with a woman and heard her saying, "I am buying this little cutie for the full twenty-four hours."
When they got on the tram he was about to sit down when she said, "Oh no dear, you cannot sit down now. I'll explain it later. Trust me, you will be able to sit down when you come home, that is if you really want to. Just stand here across from me."
All through the ride she kept playing with his package and his ass, saying these are so cute. Don't you think so to all of the other ladies as if to flaunt her purchase.
"I used to spank my sons' naked asses when they were little boys, but not when they got to be teens, so now I will see what that would have felt like. You are so cute and your butt is so nice. I can hardly wait to get us back to my suite."
Firehose had also been purchased but by two ladies and he had been plugged, so he was sitting between them and they were busy molesting his fire hose. Tits was also on the tram, also standing at the very front, but the woman who bought him was just letting him be. She knew that every woman who got on would grope him as they passed by and she wanted to watch that show.
The next stop was the gate to "Choice Meat Market -- home to the boy next door." When he saw the boys get on from this gate he realized that they were regular looking guys, not unattractive but not the sculpted studs of his group. As they moved from gate to gate he realized that there was something for every woman here. There was a Canadian meat market, a European one, an African American gate, etc. Every taste was accommodated and if a woman's stay was for a week, she could visit every whorehouse and watch the boys at play and sample each at an hour a shot or take one home for a play date. For women of a certain age and economic status, this had to be sexual liberation.
They left the brothel area and drove for a few minutes when he saw a large building in the distance. As they got closer, he realized that this was the spa hotel for the women who were here to get the full spa treatment. As they drove up to the entrance he saw two boys naked except for their bellboy hats. They were helping the ladies off of the trams and ignoring the boys who were with them. As Beercan looked into the hotel he could see signs for the swimming pool and the tennis courts. There was a sign for massages and for the yoga room.
Ms. Leister whispered to him, "Other than the bellboys and a few message boys, it is all female operated. The dining room is five star and the chefs and waitresses get the pick of any of the working boys they like. If you are lucky, you might get picked up by the chef and get to eat in the kitchen one night. It is truly heaven."
The tram was empty now and it started up again. The driver announced that they were going to be stopping at the cottages before going on to the commercial part of the village.
The line of cottages looked like any other resort community other than the fact that the men on the streets or coming out of the cottages were nude, and that some of them had leashes on. The leashes were attached to harnesses that were attached to their dicks and balls not to their necks. All of the harnesses had straps that ran around the base of the penis and then the top of the ball sack, the place where penis and ball sack joins the rest of the body, but some of the harnesses were more elaborate. Some separated the two balls and forced them in two different directions, while others wrapped snuggly around the top of the ball sack and pushed the sack down making the balls really low hangers. However, nothing is allowed to come between a woman's gaze and the fully naked penis. Therefore every penis had to be fully visible. They must hang fully free so that they can be seen grabbed, fondled or rubbed. However, the men on leashes were clearly owned by the women, which meant that no other woman could touch him without permission. Usually that permission was given but not always. Needless to say, the permission was given by the owner of the penis, not the boy attached to that penis. Unleashed men were, of course, fair game for all who wished to cop a feel.
Almost immediately, Beercan realized he could tell who was plugged and who was not just by the way he walked. When one boy walked on almost bowlegged, Ms. Leister leaned over to him and whispered, "He must have an elephant's leg up there." Beercan laughed, "but he seems to be enjoying it," he said. Realizing that for the first time in his life, he had noticed another man's erection, he could not help but blush. Possibly the fact that every time the tram jostled, his butt plug slid in and out of him a bit, and as it did, he became a bit more erect, made the realization that he was watching other men's erections even that much more embarrassing. Nevertheless, he kept thinking to himself, "I am getting the sexual ride of my life. Why worry about things that are broadening my horizons."
Ms. Leister whispered again, "The boys on the leashes are not just the property of the women who have them, they are off to the clubs to be traded around. The women will walk around the clubs tonight with their boys, and if they see a boy they fancy, and if the other woman fancies their boy, they just exchange leashes. Its really a very easy system for husband swapping don't you think?"
As they left the cottage area they began to see more building with apartments over shops, and Ms. Leister told him to get up because they were where they needed to be. As soon as he stood up, six hands were cupping his balls, patting his ass, grabbing his dick, and rubbing his chest. Every step he took to get off the bus was a grope fest for the women along the way. Nice, he thought.
They walked by one store after another that catered to women's needs and women's fancies. Each store had the same sign however: "No unplugged or unleashed males allowed in the store." The sign on the first bar they came to simply said however, "No unplugged males allowed." Each store had at least one man waiting outside for his significant other, and each was open to whatever came his way. There were whistles and hoots as well as the comments and caressings.
In fact, their walk to the Men's Store was slowed because they had to stop as woman after woman halted to complement Ms. Leister. Nobody ever talked to Beercan, but they would walk up and say to Ms. Leister things, "That is really one of the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. May I feel it?" And Ms. Leister would nod and they would grab Beercan's root and rub it a bit and say it was just wonderful. Some would tell her how nice his ass was or how beautiful his chest was. The whole notion of objectification was becoming more and more clear to him. He fully understood why women would dress as they did to get noticed, and he really liked the comments in a weird way, but at the same time, he was being ignored and parts of his body were being valued but he was not.
When they got into the Men's Store at last, Ms. Leister said that the first thing they had to get was a leash, since she was tired of stopping every ten feet. If he were on a leash, nobody could touch him. All of the sales clerks were young women, and all were eager to help. They went to the leash department and Ms. Leister had him try on every different kind of harness they had. She examined him in a ball spreader and then a low rider, but she opted for one that simply surrounded the bases of the penis and testicles separately.
