Bonobo World 16 - a Place for Everyone

... and everyone at their place

Series Disclaimer

In an alternate world where humans have more in common with the mild mannered, female lead Bonobos than with our brutish, male centered chimpanzee relatives, a young boy grows into a useful, productive male, lead by the strong women in his life.

This is an ongoing series, dealing with femdom and male submission.

If you find the description enticing, it is recommended to start reading it at part one.

If not -- then not.

All characters are 18 or older and consenting adults.

After a long day Alex is returned home by his mother and Tina and gets to play his part in the sacred erotic rituals of this female lead society to help the young women ease into her new role as an adult woman and wield her power over men to the benefit of all.

Entering their apartment, the two women waste no time, pulling the hapless boy into his mother's bedroom, almost ripping of his flimsy school uniform.

"I am so turned on right now!", Tina exclaims breathlessly.

"... don't know what it is..."

Sandy smiles with a knowing look.

"Authority, my dear girl. We just determined my boy's future to a great extend. By making sure he'll learn the proper skills for his life, we put him on the path we deem right. And there's nothing... absolutely nothing that is more in a woman's nature and fulfils her instincts and her purpose than benevolently guiding men."

She plants a kiss on her son's trembling lips. His cock has gone rock hard, he also is immensely exited -- for the reverse reason as the two women. Nothing speaks to his nature as a male more than surrendering all control to the women ruling over his life.

Tina nods, with an understanding look.

"So this is what being an adult woman feels like."

Sandrine smiles, nods and walks over to her drawer.

"So it will be. You'll take your rightful place as a woman as leader of our world. You'll go far, I know. And I'm proud that my boy will be the first male to benefit from your strength. How about we celebrate it by -- exercising your new power over my little man more - extensively."

She pulls out a strap-on - her old one, from before she got the new state of the arts piece - and puts it on, while taking her new, well used current favourite cock from her purse and handing it to her son's new mistress. Alex gulps at Tina's smile. He's never serviced two women's cocks at a time. And don't the women wan to come themselves? How...

His pondering is interrupted and it is obvious what the two have in mind for this session. It's not about orgasms -- as satisfying and sacred as female ones are. Women are so well able to control themselves, Alex muses, slightly envious. He doesn't think if he had the choice - left on his own instead of being guided by strong women - he'd be able to put back coming for the sake of... He looks at the two women searching for a words. Playing? Training. Breaking him in. No. That's too self centred. This is not about him. Using him to help Ms. Tina become her best self. That's what they obviously mean to do -- not having sex for the sake of their own satisfaction but using him as their tool. Putting him in his place in the world beneath them, beneath the new woman in his life in particular. They will bond over him. Because women clearly can gain a satisfaction out of educating men - training them - that mere males will never understand.

Tina's firm hand on his shoulder pushes him to the floor, down to all fours, where his mother is already waiting, her rubber cock erect right in front of his face. It is not self lubricating like her newest one but of course, for this task, it doesn't have to be. Alex closes his lips around the cock without waiting to be told to and braces himself as he hears the younger woman kneel behind him and feels her spread his pale ass-cheeks.

He moans as the young woman carefully shoves her cock into his rectum - it feels nice. She is gentle. His mother is usually a bit more...

"I understand you're a bit -- hesitant, but he can take more, girl, I trained his ass with that cock very well!"

Alex hears his new mistress giggle and braces himself. His mouth firmly around his mother's cock, he grunts a muffled sound as Tina's is shoved harder and faster into his stretching rectum, deep into his bowels until he can feel the woman's skin against his. As he hears a slapping above him, he knows the two women high-fived over his back. Having sprit-roasted their boy-toy between them, they now begin to use him in earnest.

A pair of maternal hands grabs his head as the cock is shoved deep and deeper into his throat. It took him a while to learn to deep-throat, but he can do it now, he suppresses his gag reflex as the massive cock cuts off his breathing and tries to relax his throat, accommodating the invader. Not made easier by the even bigger rod in in his rear, stretching his tight hole as Tina grabs his slender hips and fucks him like the randy little ass slut that he is, penetrating deep into his bowels, stimulating his prostate so it sends waves of pure pleasure through his body like heated magma. Both women find a rhythm using him easily, like the had never done anything else, teaming up in perfect synch to fuck their boy toy's holes from both sides, relentless, making Alex squeal like a pig between them.

He feels his lower body contract soon, too excited by the day of dreaming about Tina and being used by three women at the same time to hold back his arousal for too long. His little cock is rock hard, his ejaculation watery and drippy though - the usual kind of unimpressive cum he ejects when being anally penetrated. He grunts and moans, muffled by his mother's cock as the two women show no sign of stopping. This isn't about anyone's orgasm. His the very least -- just because a guy comes, doesn't men sex ends after all. Not in this world.

They keep using him for what seems like hours to the boy, never tiring. He can only let it happen, his muscles begin to burn, his balls and cock almost painfully throbbing from not being able to fully unload during a prostrate orgasm. He can only hold still now and enjoy the women's dominance over him. They're stronger, fitter, more persevering. He's just a plaything in their hands, serving the role attributed to all men by mother nature - a catalyst for them to bond over, a tool to ensure society's cohesion through the strengthening of the feminine leadership.

He comes a second time much later, lying on his back this time. They have switched places, Tina's cock now in his mouth, his mother's deep in his bowels. Another wave of pleasure runs through him, another watery squirt of liquid semen shoots out of his small, hard cock, onto his belly this time. Again it brings little release, his balls and cock keep aching and again it does not end his service. For almost another hour the women play with their toy until they finally release him, stand up, kiss - passionately, lovingly, a sight that makes his aching cock throb even more.

They lean back, but both actually seem invigorated, relaxed, as they take off their cocks and throw them to him. The female physique is so amazing: Alex feels tired, worn down, his whole body aches. Of course that's no excuse, he has a job to do and gets up as fast as his strained muscles allow, takes the strap-ons to the bathroom and cleans them off as the women walk to the kitchen.

After cleaning he puts the toys back to their drawer meticulously and enters the kitchen. It's a small group today, apart from them three only Sasha is home for dinner, with two of her clients she brought home after training them at the Gym, a pale woman with blue hair and a black man, apparently her protege, both in their early twenties. They've come to visit Sasha a couple of times, might be considered irregular members of the extended family group by now.

Alex welcomes Sasha with a kiss, deep and open mouthed, as is usual among males and close female group members. He respectfully curtseys to the female guest and briefly nods towards the man before moving to the oven. He doesn't much feel like cooking. At all, but without Björn, the duty is usually his as the only full resident male of the household.

"You may keep the meal simple, boy", his mother calls to him, without looking away from Tina with whom she's in a deep conversation.

The two women, like Alex, are naked, no need to dress at home, no false shame or modesty in this society. The other three at the table still are in their outdoor clothes - which barely cover them, especially not the man. Even among strangers, in this world women's clothes are meant to ornament, male clothes to advertise, not hide the bodies. Alex puts on an apron, gets a family sized piece of ready made dough from the fridge and puts sauces and multiple toppings on it before shoving the pizza into the oven and returning to the table, sitting down next to his mother who is not looking at him but keeps up the conversation with Tina on her other side.

His eyes wander to the others -- Sasha, too, is talking to the woman next to her, the man by her side admiringly looking at them. The males look at each other, nod and smile. Every man know this -- when women talk, men are to be seen, not heard. They have nothing to add to an adult women's conversation so they keep quiet.

Diner is ready in minutes, Alex enjoying the compliments for his pizza more than the actual food and the evening is pleasant, easy going. The women talk, the men eat and listen, only ever talking when one of the women directs a question at them. Which rarely happens.

An hour later, Sasha and her friends retreat to her room -- the two women leading, laughing and kissing, the man following at a respectful step behind them.

Alex smiles. He assumes the women will enjoy each others' company more than his -- Sasha really likes women more than men and only ever uses males as fuck sleeve for her big collection of strap-ons. He hopes for the man that the other woman is a bit more into guys. Not that it is relevant. Whatever role a woman chooses for a man is his role to play. His pleasure always a secondary concern.

When they are alone, his women also lead the way - also laughing and kissing -- he feels a strange deja-vu and has a hunch that both parties of three tonight will engage in similar fun time activites.

He follows the women to the living room - quite a big space with an impressive home entertainment system. Of course every woman has an account with personal access to all information and entertainment networks in her own room, but the lounge area is designed and built for group events. Family nights. Parties. Enough space to comfortably fit the whole household. More than ample room for the three to make themselves comfortable. Even though only the two women really do. Alex didn't fully understand all of their conversation during dinner of course -- women talking usually goes over his head-- but he did notice the more than friendly mood between them.

It doesn't come as a surprise -- they have used a man together now, after all, and this is exactly what the main purpose of men and their ritual use in this society is. Not the women's own physical pleasure -- they didn't come, yet, after all. And certainly not his -- though he Did come -- kinda. That's more the slightly gross side effect of such an affair due to male weakness and lack of self control.

No, the main purpose of the last hours, the two women using him as their toy, was female bonding. They were close yesterday, found each other sympathetic at first sight, as everyone could see. Became friends immediately. But today, after officially sharing control over Alex's life in school and just as as much over his body later in his mother's bed, they are more than friends. They are - Family. In a way he as a man would never fully grasp. With a deeper connection men could Ever share -- he never felt any type of male bond beyond superficial sympathy, a sharing of interests with another boy and from his observations he knows other men don't either. The male psyche and emotional range just are not cut out for it. Female bonds on the other hand are the strongest thing in the world. Unless anything dramatic happens, Tina and Sandrine will be connected for life -- connected by Alex.

He sighs as he sits down on the couch and his eyes wander over to the women, embracing, giggling, whispering into each other's ear. Highly important things, things of depth and meaning, Alex is certain. He feels envy, deep inside of him. Neither his familiar bond with his mother - the closest connection he ever had to a human being - nor the growing and very different but even more thrilling bond between him and Tina can obviously be a match for the one these two women are developing. Being an emotionally immature male, he'll never know. But he takes deep breath. He is incremental in this bond. He did his duty as a male for these two women, serving as a catalyst for their relationship, bringing them together and being the glue that binds them. It's feels like a small feat with a small reward compared to what the women do. But it is his task as a man. And he's proud he did it well.

Smiling he keeps watching the women as a movie plays on the TV -- light entertainment, the Billy Movie. He doesn't really like this on. He did love playing with his Billy doll as a little boy, it taught him a man's place in society by letting Billy serve all the female dolls. This movie though - it seems to have some kind of weird modern message about how men should strive for more. It's a message that confuses his simple mind, especially coming from his old buddy Billy. Judging from Tina snorting at some of the movie's lines, when shifting some of her attention from making out with his mother to the screen, it seems she agrees with him on that one. Sandrine really seemed to like it, though, the first time she watched it with him in theatre. She even took him twice. Being in the unenviable situation of not actually having a clear female perspective to tell him what to think, he actively doesn't watch it and so has ample time to enjoy the other show -- much more entertaining -- of the two women in his life kissing, stroking each other, making out. They ignore him completely -- he can't blame them, he never really understood why women even bother with males when they could just enjoy each other's company, in the first place. So much more graceful, satisfying, sacred is the act of two women in the realm of passion than when they get a small man and his small dick involved. His small dick throbs at the sight nonetheless, unneeded and useless as it is. The moans and sighs, radiant female bodies performing their sacred union. But he's just a male, he doesn't have to understand why women bother with him, just be grateful for it. And be humble and silent when they don't have use for him.

Eventually the movie ends -- at least the ending he likes: after the make believe in Billy-Land where male and female dolls weirdly acting like they're equal, reality catches up to Billy, he becomes a real man and learns the lesson of the movie - you can play all you like with dolls as a child, even pretend men are like women, but in this reals world, a real man submits. Unconditionally. Billy becomes the ward of the mother of the now grown up boy that used to own him when he was a doll, serving her beside his firmer owner. Even though he was let off his leash in fantasy-land over the course of the movie, in the end he's a real man now: docile and subservient. Good message, if a bit muddled with modern ideas of letting a man find his place below women instead of them just showing it to him. Sandrine and Tina at last let go of each other, just to stand up and walk into the direction of Sandrine's bedroom. Alex is uncertain...

"What are you waiting for, son?"

"Do... don't you want me to let you two alone for the night?"

His mother chuckles.

"Not today, Lexi. Tina and I have plenty of time to get to know each other without your pesky presence but on out first bonding, you'll be the witness the whole process!"

He smiles, gets up and follows the two women. No greater honour in this society than that.

He sits down on the foot of his mother's big bed as the two women fall onto the mattress in a tight embrace, kiss passionately, wildly, hungrily. Alex's cock throbs painfully, but he breathes in and tries to ignore it. Highly unlikely he'll get the chance to relief it today.

The women are taking their time, their bodies pressing against each other, both covered in a thin layer of sweat, their arms reaching around each other, legs entangled. They understand each other without words, Tina begins to slide down, kissing the older woman's breasts, her belly, licking off salty sweat and finally ending between her thick thighs. The mother lays her head onto the pillow, closes her eyes and lets out a reverberating, deep moan of pure bliss as the young lips close around her clit.

Alex is in awe. For his body, this is just arousing, the most arousing sight possible, in fact -- but his male mind, slow and primitive as it is, understands this is not merely physical. This is a sacred act, a connection to the divine no male could ever hope to get close to. Every religion in this world honours this - the sexual act between women, the pure sensual energy, untainted by male inadequacies - as the core element to their worship. There is nothing more powerful and spiritual than the female orgasm and there is no more sacred, enlightened act to achieve it than this. Sandrine comes quickly, aroused by a day of using and guiding her son and hours of foreplay with her new female ally. Retuning the favour, she lounges between the young woman's legs, kisses the fresh, juicy, young pussy, licks it, penetrates the lips with her experienced tongue and makes Tina gasp in a never before experienced bliss only a woman can hope to achieve.

The young woman lies close to him and Alex has to actively suppress the urge to reach out and touch her. He knows that would not just be rude but close to blasphemous. Men don't interrupt an act of pure female bliss. It's like bursting into worship of the Goddess herself. He puts his hands on his thighs just watching, his cock throbbing in dull ache of pent up arousal, as his new custodian comes when his mother kisses her clit.

The two women continue their worship of the female orgasmic force for some more hours, in all positions and forms invented by womankind. Whenever they come - scissoring, their pussies pressed against one another; licking or fingering one another, kissing various erogenous zones; breasts, thighs (female bodies are so much more complex than males) - Alex's cock twitches and watery drops of prrecum run down its short shaft. No way to resit the raw sexual energy these two women emanate in the worship of the divine feminine, they are pure lust, radiant bliss.

It's long after midnight when the Sex Mass ends and the two women lie back, relaxing, sweating, breathing heavily, giggling and laughing.

They look invigorated, filled with raw energy, radiant. Alex admires the two, knowing full well he would d be a quivering mess, broken and exhausted after so many hours of pure sexual service. Women are so much stronger.

They wave him to them and he crawls over, his hard cock bobbing against the women, making the giggle -- and lies down between them. He feels their breasts against his skin, their heartbeats, fast and exited, only slowly calming down, hears their breathing, smells their fragrances -- sweat and sweet sweet pussy, a fragrance he can also taste as they kiss him goodnight.

He knows he will not find sleep for a while. His mind is racing with the images of the sacred union he was privileged to witness and with more thoughts of all the things happening to him in the last 24 hours. His body is buzzing with unfulfilled desire, his cock throbbing, but of course as none of the women allowed it, he won't touch himself. It's OK. He doesn't need to sleep. Lying here, between the two women who now firmly have him under their wings, their bodies pressed against his, sleeping in a post orgasmic bliss from a bond he wasn't a part of and yet is essential to forge, is paradise. This new small core family unit he is now the junior part of -- is all he could want from life. His small male mind may not be able to see the grand scale like the women do - he's so grateful they take care of that -- but right now, he wouldn't want to. This moment that he lives in is all that he needs.