"Wake up sweetheart, it's time." A kiss on my cheek and Brian is standing over me. He's old. No longer a cock. He's now Ms. Kendra's pet. A handsome black man.
"Mm. Already?" I yawn and stretch, my afternoon nap is over.
A quick shower to shake away the cobwebs, then pull on my dark purple culottes over my white silk boxers. I leave the top three buttons of my mauve satin sleeveless blouse undone. On my feet are my dove grey soft leather slippers.
The other two cocks, Olaf and Ken are already in the kitchen, coffee mug in hand.
"There's Paul."
"Hi guys." I fill my mug
Darlene, the cook/maid and unofficial den mother is puttering with something in a mixing bowl. I grab one of her special energy cookies.
It's Saturday afternoon. We haven't been milked since Thursday, because tonight we'll have dates.
Next month will be the sixtieth anniversary of the signing of the Treaty of Delhi that ended WW3 and women officially took control of the world.
"There's my boys. My but you all look lovely tonight. Kiss!" Ms. Kendra gives each of a hug and a kiss on the lips. "Our guests will be here about four thirty. Marlene has gone to the airport to collect them. Ken, you'll be in the blue suite. Olaf, the rose suite. Paul, you'll have the lake cottage. Your date is staying the weekend.
"Darlene, do you want to take the car tonight"?
"No mam. I'm staying home."
Depending on whose history book you view, it's always the 'other' side that first started using the bio-weapons. Then the nanobots that were supposed to kill them modified them instead. Then suddenly, after killing ninety five percent of the males and forty three percent of the females worldwide, the plague just vanished.
The treaty ratified the new world order. Men no longer had any rights, since they started all the wars. The wealth of religions was used to rebuild the world and fund schools for girls world wide. We could not own property or vote. We could no longer be police, or join the military. We could no longer rise above entry level jobs. It was the universal code of law, signed by every country.
We sat around the kitchen table talking, sipping coffee and nibbling energy cookies.
"The car just pulled up."
"Thank you dear. You boys go the the parlor. Brian and I will go greet our guests."
Ironically, although men had no power, because of their scarcity we became sought after possessions. Supply and demand and all that. Although no one would use the word 'slave' almost all cocks were the property of the very rich. But by the same token, we were well cared for. Pampered, even spoiled is some cases.
"Here we are ladies." Ms Kendra and Brian escorted three ladies into the parlor.
Two were young, the third older, Ms Kendra's age.
"Jeannie, meet your date, Ken. Cathy, Olaf. Anyone for a glass of wine or a beer before dinner?"
"Hello Paul."
"Hello Ms. Lorraine." This is a surprise. She's often come to visit Ms. Kendra, but never as a date.
"Just 'Lorraine dear. No need for formality." She stroked my arm. Her black hair was in a short style with bangs. She has a round face and a pixie nose, sparkling kind brown eyes and a small, always happy mouth. Her teal blue knee length dress accentuates he full figure. It's deep V collar line and button down bodice shows the promise of cleavage. On her feet are three inch block keel robin's egg blue pumps. She's wearing subtle diamond stud earrings and a fine silver chain necklace.
"Lets sit over there." She hooks her right arm around my left elbow and leads me to one of the couches by the hearth.
"Bet this is a surprise."
"Yes, Lorraine. I never thought of you as a 'date'."
"God no! An old hag like me having a baby? Can you imagine me changing diapers?" She laughed, then leaned close and whispered, "I've had my eyes on you for a while, dear."
I blushed. Had she read my thoughts on her previous visits?
As we talk over drinks and during dinner we learn Cathy and her wife want a baby and she won the coin toss as to which one would be the mother. Jeannie is a professional baby breeder, and charges enough to be bred with real cocks rather than AI.
I already knew Ms. Lorraine and Ms. Kendra have been friends forever and she's been divorced twice.
As usual, after dinner we had liqueurs. I noticed I wasn't getting the usual tingle down there. Had the glasses been mixed up? Not that I ever needed a 'little help' getting going.
Soon Olaf and Ken headed off with their dates. Ms Kendra suggested Ms. Lorraine and I join them in her private sitting room. Unusual.
We sat on the short couches across from Ms. Kendra, separated by the low coffee table. The ladies caught up. We talked about political goings on and recent entertainment we'd seen.
"Well Lorraine, I suppose you're ready to see the cottage."
We headed out the back and along the path towards the lake.
"In case you're wondering Paul, dear, I asked Kendra not to give you any boner supplement. I'd like you natural. For me."
"I'm glad you told me. I was wondering if Brian mixed up the glasses. I wondered how 'Play Hard' would affect a lady."
We both laughed.
"Oh, I'm sure we'll have a very nice weekend, dear."
"I'm sure of it."
"You're so....HEY! What the..Mgh."
Suddenly I was pulled away from Ms Lorraine and a sack was over my head. I struggled. I heard her go silent. I was pushed to the ground and there was the sting of a needle in my arm. Everything went quiet.
"Mm. What? Oh, ya, on the path, struggle." I try to move. Restrained.
"Ah, awake sleepy head."
She looks familiar. Oh ya, that cop on the TV show. Wait, necklace. She's wearing a hologram mask necklace. Oh, all the ladies have the same mask.
"What's going on?"
"Shh doll. Nurse, gag him."
A pink ball is shoved into my mouth and strapped snug.
"OK, lets get started."
I realize I'm on a milking couch, except this one has restraints. "Ah!" The prostrate stimulator is inserted rather forcefully. The ball massager clamped on and the milking sheath slid over my growing cock. Not gently like at the clinic.
Jesus! They kept the milker going, must be half a minute after they harvested the last of my cum.
A collar was locked around my neck. The restraints were removed and two of the women helped me to my feet.
"Just in case you get any silly ideas." The one who seemed to be in charge held up a fob, and I was flopping on the floor like a fish out of water as my collar went 'beep, beep, beep.'
"Take him to his cell."
Cell was right. It was like the crowbar hotel in old westerns. Cement back wall with a steel frame bed bolted to it. A steel toilet. The other three walls vertical steel bars. There were four cells. Two others had cocks in them. As soon as I was locked in they took one of the other guys away.
"Where the hell are we?"
"Don't know, but it is hell. I'm Mike by the way."
"Paul."
"Just a tip. Eat everything they give you, and get as much rest as you can."
There's been a few of these operation found and shut down. Cum dumps. Cocks are kidnapped and milked almost to death, then found wandering dazed on road sides months later.
